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joshlmbrt · 5 months

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♫ TRACK 9; You Are In Love. (key’s verison)

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warnings; unrequited love - or so you think, keys being the cutest yet oblivious boy,

an; this song is definitely so keys coded! i loved writing this one, thank you for requesting it 🫶🏻 i hope you enjoy it!!

requested by; @hollandweather

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'AND FOR ONCE, YOU LET GO OF YOUR FEARS AND YOUR GHOSTS.’

Your eyes feel sluggish as you blink slowly, staring at the brown stream of coffee filling the paper cup, hoping for it to wake you up.

“Looks like someone’s been up all night,” You jump slightly, head popping up as you watch the culprit open a sugar packet with his teeth. He dumps the crystals out into his travel mug. “Who was the lucky guy?”

“Funny you think I had a date when I’ve been coding.” You turn back grabbing the hot cup, stepping next to him.

“You need to get out more.” He teases.

“Oh, and you’re an expert at that, huh?” You cut your eyes over to him before looking back and grabbing the cream and sugar.

“Very much so.” He grins, taking a sip.

“Too bad I got a deadline.” You throw the packets away, before walking out of the breakroom.

He follows behind. “When is this deadline?”

You wince. “Uh. . . Two months,” You glance over at him. He stares at you, eyes narrowed behind the frames. “Don’t look at me like that! I want it to be perfect.”

“Oh, please. Since when is your work never perfect?”

Your heart flutters as you sit in your seat. He leans on your desk. “I think you just need one night out. That’s all. You work way too much.”

“Keys-”

“We could have a movie night at my place,” He shrugs. “I could place an order at that one Chinese place you like.”

You bite your cheek slightly, staring at your screen, fingers drumming across your keyboard. You sigh and turn to look at him now. “Okay. . . I’ll bring some wine then.”

He smiles and places his knuckles at your jaw, gently knocking it away. You giggle. “Atta girl. I’ll see you at 7?”

“7:30.”

“7:30.” He nods, standing from your desk. He leans down over your shoulder, staring at your screen.

You hope he doesn’t hear your heart or the sound of your breath getting caught in your throat.

He smells clean. He never really uses cologne, but he always smells like clean laundry and minty toothpaste with a hint of something sweet that you can’t quite place.

“Looks perfect,” He nods, standing straighter from his hunched form. “You just need a break before it doesn’t look perfect.”

He knew about that, you did as well, so it wasn’t anything to make you feel discouraged.

He pats your shoulder softly before walking to his own desk.

You let out a little sigh. You needed to leave early to get ready.

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Your clammy hands smooth out your shirt, before knocking on his door and stepping back a bit.

You didn’t dress up too much, just a nice top with some jeans and boots. You had taken another shower and made sure to spritz on as much perfume as you could.

The door opens and Key’s smiles at you, freckled cheeks pushing up.

“I brought cranberry, hope you don’t mind.” You lift up the bottle, wiggling it a bit.

“Not at all,” He shakes his head. He opens the door wider, stepping back. “Come in.”

You step inside, smiling a bit as you look around. “Make yourself at home. I’m gonna grab wine glasses.”

You nod, stepping towards the couch and plopping down. You smile down at the array of food before glancing up at the TV.

Pretty In Pink.

You lift your brow slightly. “You like Pretty In Pink?”

“Uh, well,” He steps back into the living room with two cups as he plops next to you. “I heard you liked the movie. I’ve never seen it.”

You gasp, turning to him. “Never seen it?!”

“Never.”

“Oh, you’re in for a treat.” You grin.

“I’m sure,” He chuckles, pressing play. “Oh, I didn’t have. . . wine glasses. So I hope regular cups are okay.”

You smile, grabbing his hand. “It’s perfect. Thanks, Keys.”

You could’ve sworn you seen a small flush on his cheeks, but you only smile and lean back as he pours the glasses.

🕊️

“So. . . What did you think?” You grin as the credits roll.

He hums a bit. “It was fine.”

You stare at him, unimpressed. “Fine?”

“Yeah. . . Just cliché. Of course she got with the cool guy.” He motions towards the screen.

You lift your brows. You turn your body on the couch, elbow propping up on the back as you lean your cheek on your palm. “You knew that was going to happen?”

“Well, yeah, it always happens,” He seemed a bit sad, but you don’t ask him about it. “Nothing new.”

“So you think she should’ve ended up with her best friend?”

“Yeah!” He turns to you, hands out in front of him. “Yeah, he knows her better than anyone! Blane - which, as Duckie says sounds like a kitchen appliance - barely knew her! Like come on!”

You laugh. “But he can get to know her!”

“He won’t know her as good as Duckie though.”

“I guess you’re right in some way.” You nod smiling.

“I’m always right.” He points at you.

You laugh softly and check the time. “I guess I should be heading home,” You stand from the couch and Keys’ is following you quickly. “Thanks for everything, Keys. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.” You look at him.

“Yeah. Of course. If you ever want to-” You don’t know what’s happening, but it sure feels an awful lot like kissing Keys.

You slowly pull away, staring at his face. “Oh. . . Oh, my god. I’m sorry. I don’t-” You shake your head, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I’ll go. Please ignore that. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I’m sorry. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

You quickly walk towards the door, ignoring Keys as he follows after you.

You grunt as you walk into the door, because of course, that would happen as you trying leave. You finally unlock and open the door, making your way down the hallway and go the elevator as you rub your forehead.

You hear his door open again and your name being called out behind you. The elevator dings just in time. You quickly step in and repeatedly press the 1st floor.

The doors slowly close and you let out a breath, leaning against the wall and closing your eyes.

That was the worse thing that has ever happened in your life.

Now you want to throw yourself through a window.

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The next couple of days, you work from home.

Calling in and faking having the flu was a miracle. And you were almost finished, and your posture was even worse.

The knock at your door startles you and your eyes dart over to the time.

7:30.

You weren’t excepting anyone, so cautiously, you’d made your way towards the door, peeking through the peephole.

You make a noise, watching as his head quickly snaps to look at the door and he knocks again.

“I know you’re in there. I just heard you.”

You gulp, pulling away as you unlock and unchain the door, slowly pulling the door open. “Do I know you?”

His head tilt’s and his face drops. “Really? You’re not even sick! I was worried and brought you chicken noodle soup and some bread!” He holds up a bag.

There’s another bag in his hand. “What’s in that one?”

“Electrolyte drinks and. . . Uh, flowers.” He clears his throat.

“Flowers?”

He nods. “I’d really like to talk about what happened. Unless it was a mistake or you didn’t mean anything by it, I’ll drop it.”

You stare at his converse quietly before you slowly pull the door open more. He lets out a small breath and steps in.

He places the stuff down on the small table in your little kitchen. You stand behind him quietly.

“Did you mean to kiss me?”

“I didn’t mean too,” You put your hands behind your back. “I was just. . . thinking about it and the next thing I knew I was. . . actually doing it.” You wince.

“You. . . You were thinking about kissing me?”

You nod timidly.

“How. . . how long have you thought about kissing me?” He looks down at the floor, almost like he’s too shy to ask.

“For a while.”

“How long?” He asks again.

You make a face, before tucking some hair behind your ear. “A month after I met you.”

The silence afterwards almost makes you want to throw up.

After a couple of moments, he slowly steps towards you. “If. . . I asked to kiss you again, what would you say?”

Your lips part, trying to form an answer, but all you can do is nod.

He nods back, hands cupping your cheeks as you ducks down to kiss you.

It’s soft, sweet, and slow. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, your hand bending slightly so your fingertips can softly trace the back of his neck up and down before up again into his soft hair.

He shivers at the affection, his own thumbs tracing from your connect mouths all the way up to your cheekbone.

Pulling away felt almost like a chore, a bad thing, but his forehead rest on yours and you want to stay like this for a while.

“I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You laugh softly, nose nudging his. He presses a peck to your lips again. “How long?” You tease, breath hitting his lips.

He smirks softly, pushing your hair back and behind your ears.

“Ever since I met you.”

🕊️

‘YOU ARE IN LOVE. TRUE LOVE.’

thank you for reading! likes, comments, reblogs & feedback is always welcome and deeply appreciated! 🧸

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munsster · 2 years

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i’m so glad u want to start writing for keys i feel like he’s pretty underrated on here </3 maybe something where him and reader have interacted a lot in the game and one recognizes the other’s voice in real life in public? idk i think that would be really cute! x

free life on earth

A/N: listennnn i consumed every tumblr fic i could find of him in one night and decided there was not enough nor will there ever be.

Pairing: Walter “Keys” McKey x GN!Reader

Summary: He thought he was just out getting coffee. But then he bumped into his cyber crush. 2.1k words.

Warnings: fluff, meet (?) cute, you know i had to put this in a coffeeshop, shamelessly awkward flirting, mutual pining, a teensy little accident kiss (unless…), cursing

He was fascinated. From the very beginning, despite how cliché and theatrical it sounds; he swore up and down he'd never go all puppy-dog-eyed again. And then you let out a whip of deafening expletives, and he swan dove right into a new obsession.

But saying obsession seemed too intense and creepy, so he's been calling it his online thing like it's a business meeting. Like he's not lovesick and doting and you have no idea he's worming himself around your little finger.

"You've gotta be—Keys! Don't fucking throw that while I'm standing right here."

The laugh rips out of him and jolts him back in his chair. To think that the limited amount of time he spends not working on this godforsaken game he happens to spend playing the game. He must have something wrong with him. He drops the flashbang back into his inventory and scuttles over to your crouched avatar.

"Sometimes I wonder why they let you graduate," you poke, swiveling in circles in the wavering shade of a big tree, blank eyes staring up at the sky.

"Hey, if I didn't graduate, we never would've met."

You chuckle. "Oh, Keys, life would be so horrible without you"—you click your tongue and your avatar's knees straighten, and his heart shouldn't skip a beat the way it does with your digital face this close to his—"because I have nothing better to do than sit at my desk all day and talk to a stranger on the internet."

"A handsome stranger," he teases.

"I'm logging off."

"Wait—"

"Nope!"

"Come on," he whines, "you know you love me."

Curse him with that sometimes confidence and all-the-time charm. And maybe that's the one thing you don't know. He smoked you out just to get at you while unassuming and lovely. You blink hard just to realize you've gone a little blurry, and the sun slices through your blinds and glares against your monitor.

"Is it light where you are?" you mumble, a songbird cooing and flapping away outside your window. His character goes still, no longer shuffling across the grass, just still. Strands of his hair animated to flow. It makes you smirk every time you think of it.

"Yeah, think so. Geez—"

"What if I was a stalker? Now I know the sun is up for you. That eliminates like... a lot of places," you say, very proudly and kind of worried. You don't rest well as it is, and now this boy might be giving out his address to random users.

"Okay, but is the sun rising or setting?"

"...Maybe it's neither," you hum.

"Maybe it's both."

It takes a second for him to laugh, and he's crazy but it's contagious. You shake your head and press your face into your palms to muffle a soft laugh. Hoping he doesn't hear you humor him. But you do, and he does.

"You're delirious, go have caffeine," you huff, definitely smiling, even with your jaw aching from wearing a headset for much too long. But you're sure the tightness in your neck is worth it when he hums softly and rustles with something on his desk.

"No," he whines, spamming the space bar, sending his character hopping down the grassy slope of the park's small hill. He sighs. "Alright, fine. Didn't feel like staying online anyway."

"Oh, hush, it'll be good for you. Plus, I gotta head out, and I don't want you missing me too much."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, "but you better be on tonight."

"C'mon, baby, you know me," you say, head lulling to the side as he sprints back up the hill just to slip down once he's halfway there. He must be too tired to think about it. Because you've called him that once before, and it sent him reeling. He's glad the game wasn't designed for webcam gameplay. Not only would that be nightmarish, but you would immediately catch him beet red and fidgety.

He yawns.

"Alright, see ya."

You chirp something nice into his ear. Like a goodbye, but you'd never say it. He powers his desktop down and throws on a crewneck before heading a couple blocks north, hands shoved in his pockets the whole way. Head incessant with the thought of you. Even if he could stop it, he wouldn't. If you'd stay holed up in his noggin until the next supernova, he'd be satisfied. And the coffee shop is sticky and warm when he steps in from the chill.

But something makes him smile. Only a few tables have anybody seated there: mostly couples. Except, there's one person sitting alone. Occupying the table closest to the register, scarf draped over the back of the oaky chair, fingertips patting along a dim phone screen.

"Morning, two sugars," the barista chirps, "the usual?"

Keys hisses in a deep breath, eyes flicking over the extensive, swirly-lettered menu.

"You know what—?"

"Aw, break my heart, man—don't tell me you're switching it up on me now."

Keys chuckles with a shrug, "what can I say? I'm a sucker for a limited time offer. Gimme one of those seasonal drinks.”

"That's it, no more discounts for you," he huffs, already scribbling 'Keys' and a pouty face across the side of a bright orange cup.

"You were giving me a discount?"

"Keys," a soft voice chirps. And it's not something he could've imagined if he tried, because it sounds like you, and maybe this is some wishful thinking hat trick, but he turns to the side. And there you are. Arm perched on the back of the chair, torso twisted around to peer up at him. And he peers back. It's you. Wide-eyed and grinning.

"Hi," he pants, "it's you."

Your chair scrapes across the wood flooring, and you get real close to him like you're still not sure this is real life and not a simulator. Or you accidentally signed up for a drug-induced sleep study, and this is the desired, coma-adjacent lucid dream.

"In the flesh." You scoff, hands on your hips. He wonders if you're letting him look at you. It's a little perverted, but he's in denial, watching your mouth and the way it's so different from your in-game avatar. "I was hoping... I mean, I wanted it to be you. You sound like you."

He nods. And his hair flops into his face. Hides his soft pink forehead and the line between his furrowed brows.

"You're... taller than I thought you'd be. And you wear glasses," you say, lifting your hand like you're about to touch him. It makes him happy. He knows you—he's known you exclusively by your code and the sound of your voice, and yet your first instinct was to reach for him. And even though you drop your hand and glance away, he smiles.

"Disappointed?" he teases like he's expecting the rejection. Like you'll laugh and tell him to scram because yes, he's not what you had imagined. Maybe you had imagined him to perfection and doomed him in the process.

But you shake your head.

Decisively, a serious conclusion, borderline frowning at the sentiment. How could you be disappointed after spending days upon days doing absolutely nothing and everything with him. Just him.

You sigh, "You techies are always a wild card. To be honest, I'm just glad you're not a serial killer."

He chuckles and takes a deep breath. Letting it buzz through him because by some miracle, you're glad.

"I take it my dashing looks are just an added bonus," he huffs, raising his brows, but out of the corner of his eye, you smile. You don't laugh, but you smile. Brightly, too, sincere in the creases by your tired eyes.

"Toffee latte for... Keys?"

He scratches the back of his neck when you look away, feeling like he's sweating buckets all over the polished floor. Then you look back at him, lips only parted for a breath, mouth quirked. You look cute. Like he couldn't have imagined you sweeter. He just knows you're gonna leave him all syrupy and stuck on you after this.

"So... d'you—"

"Keys! Latte for Keys?"

"I think that might be you," you tease, nodding over to the pick up window with a grin.

"Oh. Oh, right!"

He hurries over to the disgruntled employee, grabbing his coffee and a couple of napkins and a stopper between his teeth before popping it into the lid. When he turns back around, you're not there. And his heart sinks. Frantic, he cranes his neck, spinning dizzily before catching your wave and the bell above the door. And you duck outside.

The cold smacks him into reality. It’s terrifying the way you look back at him with a smile because he’s been thinking about it since the day he first heard your voice. And now you’re letting him catch up to you, walking backwards with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Sorry for ditching. It was kinda stuffy in there—"

He chuckles, suddenly shy with the way you look right through him. And you’re right. Everything’s clearer. Crisp and frosty, but it’ll melt away with the sun.

"No, yeah, it's totally..." he huffs, "I know."

"Good, 'cause I was hoping you'd walk me home."

He shudders, not knowing whether it's the cold or the way you're so sure of him. Even with sweat rolling down his back. He doesn’t think he’ll make it as far as you plan on taking him. Not after you've flattered him enough to lay him bare on the sidewalk.

“You live around here?”

“‘Course I do. I’m not about to drive fifteen minutes for a cup of coffee,” you grumble, skipping over the cracked pavement where weeds sprout up into teensy yellow flowers. Then the toe of your show catches a jilted and offset curb, sending you teetering forward.

“Woah”—Keys catches you by the hand, too focused on the way your fingertips find their way to his, slotting down hard and curling. “I gotcha.”

“Pssh,” you scoff, tugging him close as an excuse to catch you breath. Only, you’re in the middle of the sidewalk and a biker wheels by with a groan. “White knight.”

“I prefer the term gentleman, but whatever floats your boat.”

You stick your tongue out at him when he takes a swig of his coffee and flinches away from it, fingers clenching around your knuckles.

“Hot?”

“Burning.”

“Thanks,” you say with a wink. And his tongue isn’t the only thing burning when it settles into his ears and nose.

“So, are you nearby, or…?”

“Oh! Yeah, this is my building.” You thrust a thumb over your shoulder and yeah, he’s hooked. So hooked he doesn’t realize you’re less than a block up the road from his building. He doesn’t realize he could have been yours. He could be yours, but he’s too hooked.

“Shit. Then I guess this is goodbye.” He leers up at the art deco apartment complex with a squint. Kind of disappointed before he realizes his palm is damp pressed to yours. Suffocating into the space you give him when he scuffs against the rough concrete.

“Guess so.” The sunlight beams from between the strands of his mussed hair, catching the rim of his lenses, and rendering you in awe. “At least we have the game.”

He scoffs. “We’ll always have the game.”

You shrug and tap the bottom edge of his cup. “And you’ll always have this.” Your finger traces the digits and dashes along until they’re dotted off with a heart. “Definitely didn’t slip him ten bucks for that.”

“You’re pretty desperate, huh?”

You smile. “Yup.” You squeeze his hand and tug him close to kiss the supple place his cheek dimples just slightly when he smiles. And he shifts a little. On accident. But suddenly, your mouth is pressed to the corner of his, and he’s short-circuiting when you pull away. “Sorry!”

“It’s… it’s okay, I’m not—I don’t mind,” he sputters and you laugh despite yourself, “Really, don’t worry about it, I mean, I’m not worried, it’s not a big deal, I just—”

You kiss him again. In front of the steps of your apartment building, holding his hand, and boiling him up inside. He can’t help but smile when you tongue at his bottom lip and drop his hand in favor of his waist. He thinks only you’d be so delicate with him. After all, it’s you. And when you pull away, his mouth is a little pink and a little slobbery, and you swipe your thumb across his chin.

“You better call that number,” you warn. He smirks.

“Beats talking to strangers on the internet.”

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reysdriver · 3 months

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okay wait so about the request thing…I love angst, so like…maybe an angst Keys thing? Whether it’s hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort you can pick! Also feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it :)

Keys spends his whole work day trying to make you feel better after you two get in a fight — keys x fem!reader angst & fluff

warnings: a bit of angst/fighting, but a lot of fluff tbh

words: 1k

a/n: to the requester, I'm sorry if this wasn't exactly what you wanted but I still like the result and I hope you do too

You slammed your headset against your desk, causing your keyboard to clatter and your mouse to fall down onto the floor, but you didn’t care about any of that.

“I’m going on my break now.” You announced angrily, then took off down the hall.

You stormed past Mouser on the way, who had no idea about the precursor to your current meltdown.

“What the hell’s up with her?” He asked as he sat down and rolled the chair closer to his desk.

Keys was already standing up to follow you and answer that very question. “I’m not sure. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He followed you across the floor to the snack room, where you were attempting to calm yourself down by making a cup of tea. The door was still swinging behind you, but he closed it more gently once he came in.

“What was that? What’s going on?” Keys asked you.

“I should be asking you that.” You retorted.

He just looked at you with a puzzled face, his stupid confused face. “What are you talking about? What did I do?”

“You made me look like an idiot back there! I was trying to get that guy and you were just completely overtaking the operation!”

“We got him, so what does it matter if we used my strategy or yours?”

“Because you think I’m stupid. Is it so unreasonable to be upset that my best friend thinks I’m incompetent?”

He just looked even more confused than before now. “I could never think that about you.”

Your water had finished boiling, so you poured the water into your mug. “Well, you ignored everything I said so you could go and kill him by yourself. We should have been working together.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’ve had to deal with this asshole before, I’m so tired of having to go after the same guy over and over. I’ve learned how to handle him, so I know how to go about things in the most efficient way. I’m sorry I took over the operation, I promise I won’t do it again.”

You emptied out a sugar packet into your drink, still mad at him but less so than a few minutes ago. You sighed as you threw out the paper package.

“You can start making it up to me by volunteering to file the paperwork for banning him from Free City.”

He seemed relieved with your proposition. “Yeah, absolutely! Will do.”

“Good.” You moved past him and opened the door to leave, steadily carrying your hot beverage. “And I’m on break right now but you’re not, so you better get on that.”

✦✧✦✧✦

You hadn’t spoken to Keys since your argument in the snack room. It’s hard enough to completely ignore him on a day when you’re not at work, but it was so much worse when he was sitting right across from you.

You got a confirmation notification on your computer screen about the ban paperwork that Keys had apparently just filed. Not even three seconds after you both received the message, your coworker had already stood up so he could speak over the glass partition between you two.

“Did you see I wrote up the slip to get him banned?” He asked you urgently.

You answered without even looking at him. “Yep, thanks for that.”

He didn’t sit back down. Keys just kept looking at you like he was waiting for something.

“Do you want a pat on the back or something, Keys?”

“Do you forgive me now?”

You sighed and finally looked at him beyond just seeing him out of your peripheral vision. “I said I’d think about forgiving you. I’m still a bit pissed at you.”

He slumped back into his chair, then went back to his computer. A few seconds later, you got another push notification.

Curious, as it had Keys’ name attached, you clicked on the little pop-up. It opened 2 messages from the man. The first was him apologising once more, and the second was a semicolon and closed bracket forming a little smiley face.

Even though you weren’t all that mad at him, you still didn’t react to the small yet altogether cute gesture. You thought it would be fun to see what else he does to get you to forgive him.

One more message floats up onto your screen. “Is it working?”

You typed a message in reply. “Sort of. Keep going.”

✦✧✦✧✦

Throughout the day, Keys had dropped off several snacks on your desk, stuck up multiple post-it notes adorned with fun doodles on the glass partition between you, and sent you many more sweet messages.

If you were being honest, you had forgiven him after the second gesture. If Keys was being honest, he had figured that out about an hour ago. But now it was the end of your work day, and Keys just had to make sure you two were okay.

You were finishing up your last few emails of the day, and Keys had walked over to your side of the desk clump.

“Okay, I know you’re busy, but I really don’t want us to end the day on bad terms. Have you forgiven me yet?” He asked desperately.

“That depends.” You told him, a soft smirk gracing your face. “Do you have one more offer or did you just come here to beg on your knees?”

He wasn’t on his knees beside your chair with his hands clasped together, so that kind of gave you the answer, but he answered anyway.

“Will you forgive me if I buy you dinner? There’s that new Italian place down the street; we can go tonight and I’ll pay, even if it’s crazy expensive.”

You tried holding back the giddy smile you felt coming on because of his offer, but you were sure that the expression was peeking through your facade.

“That kind of sounds like a date.” You played innocent. “Keys, are you asking me out?”

“That depends. Have you forgiven me yet?”

“Not quite sure, I think you’ll have to take me out, and I’ll let you know soon.”

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arkhamknightz · 2 years

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love songs about you

↳ in which, you write an album about your boyfriend joe :) (branches into an interview explaining the songs i wanted to put like 3 fics into one so)

pronouns: they/them

warnings: none

notes: i havent been able to think of anything else but singer!reader and joe so i put a ton of my favorite songs and made it so that they r ab him🫶🏽 also this is kinda just me projecting really lovey dovey joe bc i love the idea of it so here we are i hope this wasnt too bad

songs: brooklyn baby - lana del ray, pete davidson (renamed joe) - ariana grande, lover - taylor swift, paper rings - taylor swift, dandelions - ruth b, love songs - maggie lindemann, pov - ariana grande, halleys comet - billie eilish

“can’t you just give me a little sneak peak!” joe had been sat next to you impatiently waiting for your album to release the next day, he’d been asking for weeks every chance he got.

“i told you! you’re gonna have to wait like everyone else, its a surprise and i think you’ll like it” you laid a small kiss on his cheek and swiftly got up out of your seat. “im gonna go call my agent, find us a movie?” you smiled at him and he nodded in defeat, a small smile on his face as he grabbed the remote.

you and joe had been dating for 3 years, everyone had known since you both showed up at the stranger things red carpet event together and paparazzi had caught you both on multiple occasions.

you quickly grabbed your phone and posted the instagram draft that had been left in your phone for the past week. you quickly posted it and walked back to the couch where joe had your favorite movie up on the tv. you sat next to him on the couch and cuddled into his side, listening as his phone buzzed. a small smile grew on your face as you watched him pick up his phone.

y/ny/l/n

y/ny/l/n: ive never felt so scared, but so proud to release another album. this has probably been in the works for about a year, i wanted to pour all i could into it. as you could probably tell by the cover, thats my boyfriend !! i took this picture a week after we moved in together. i sat on the bathroom floor while he sat sore in the bath from filming. we talked about everything from penguins to how planes fly. he asked what my thoughts were on love songs and i told him i wasnt sure yet. well i hope this awnsers ur question my love <3 and a year and 8 tracks later, “words for him” out tomorrow!!

joe looked over at you. wide smile on his face. “you wrote an album about me?” a small nod of your head and he launched himself at your face, leaving small kisses anywhere he could. “woah woah romeo. you havent even heard the unreleased ones yet”

he looked at you confused. “theres more than 8 tracks?” a small “mmhm” left your mouth. “i just picked my favorites but maybe ill let you listen to the rest someday. now lets watch this movie hm?”

he let out a laugh and kissed you again before pulling you into his side, pressing play on the tv again.

you and joe both sat against the headboard of your shared bed. spotify set on your laptop in front of the both of you. “ready love?” joe nodded and you pressed play. the melody of brooklyn baby playing through the speakers. you listened and looked at joe as the chorus came up, a large smile on his face.

you both sat in silence as the album played. as it came to an end you looked at joe to see he was already looking at you. a lovestruck look in his eyes. “i love you so much” he muttered as he leaned in to kiss you. “i love you too” you smiled between kisses.

joe was sat behind the computer as you hopped on a zoom meeting. it had been 2 weeks since your album had released and this was the first interview you had agreed to do.

“hey! y/n how are you?” “im doing good! how are you doing?” joe watched behind the laptop as you spoke to the interviewer.

“so i wanna ask you, what was the thought process behind all of the tracks?” you let out a small laugh. “well, other than my boyfriend-” you looked at him from behind the screen and smiled. “it was all written in the span of a year, well obviously i have a lot of unreleased and unfinished songs i wrote about him but with brooklyn baby i kinda wanted to focus a bit more on what we started off as.”

“the first verse starts with they say im too young to love you, this stemmed from a conversation i had with my parent at the time. they thought i was too young to know what real love was, they didnt want me to give my all to someone i had just started seeing and was worried about me. after i told them how much i really liked him they said i would always be too cool for him.” i let out a soft laugh.

“theyve always been very supportive of our relationship after that, and the chorus obviously comes from the fact that joes in a band. sometimes when were bored at the house he whips out his guitar and ill sing along to whatever he plays. he loves playing lou reed, hence the line.”

“joe is about how i really think he was brought into my life for a reason. ive never felt this way with someone and i was in a really dark time when we met. hes been there with me through all my bad days but since hes came into my life theres never been an actual bad day- hes changed my life in so many amazing ways and i thought id write about it.”

“now for lover. i really like this one actually- it really kinda puts everything together in a way. like how our first christmas we left the lights hanging until january because we liked the glow it gave the house. “have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years” kinda describes the spark i felt we had. it doesnt even feel like we met 3 and a half years ago its felt like ive known him my whole life.”

the interviewers lips curl up as you ramble on about your relationship, joe behind the camera smiling widely aswell.

“paper rings is another story, back to before we started dating. we went on dates for months but never made anything official, but yeah paper rings is just about how in any situation it would always be him. no matter what happens no matter the circumstances its always gonna be him.”

“dandelions is a song i wrote before we dated. when i was a kid every time i would see a dandelion i would pick it and wish that i would be happy- like really happy. that i would be able to meet someone who was meant for me. dandelions is just about me being completely head over heels, the lyrics are very self explanatory.”

“love songs i wrote most recently. me and joe both felt very vulnerable this night, i dont remember what it was but something just felt so like mushy in a way? we both just sat on the couch and we talked about everything from our darkest fears to what we wanted in the future. hes my safety net and i wanted to kinda put that into music.”

“smiling feels different with you, crying feels better with you, if love is a game then im willing to play cause something was missing till you” is probably my favorite verse out of the entire album. i feel like it puts words to a lot of everyday feelings for me- like i feel like a little swarm of butterflies is around me at all times whenever im with him.”

joe quickly got out of his seat and apologized to the interviewer for interrupting. quickly kissing you and sitting down next to you, your hands interlaced with his. “sorry sorry- just you know needed to be right here” joe laughed along with the interview as she nodded in understanding.

you shook your head and let out a laugh. “pov is about how i think he sees me, and how i wanna see myself in the same way. its easy for me to get really insecure in relationships. and everytime without fail hes managed to put a smile on my face.”

“pov is basically just me explaining i wanna love myself the way he loves me, i wanna see every flaw and every good thing about myself the way he does. he has this inside look on me and its something he always says he wishes i could see aswell.”

“and lastly halley’s comet. ive always loved space so i thought the name was very fitting but its kinda just the euphoric feeling of love. ive always been scared of it, i was terrified falling in love with joe but its been the best thing i couldve done.”

“ i wrote it when we were early into our relationship. he left for atlanta to film and i wrote it while i was staying with my brother. i was falling in love with him faster than i could comprehend and i sat and talked about it with my brother, next thing i knew i was sat on his couch writing a song about it.”

“whats your favorite track? question for both of you if thats okay-” you and joe both nodded. you looking at him for his awnser. “thats really hard but i think its pov- something ive always wanted was to show them the world through my eyes. how i see them.” he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand.

“mine is probably dandelions, being in love is something i always seemed to want as a kid, so getting to kinda write about my experience with it is definitely something i know 13 year old me would go insane about.”

you had awnsered a few more questions, joe joining in to input his thoughts on some of them and you left the zoom call. joe looked over at you with a lovesick grin on his face. “i love you. so so much and one day i really do hope you get to see yourself the way i do. you are such an incredible person and im so lucky to have you.”

your eyes slightly teared up. grabbing joes cheek you planted a kiss on his lips, resting your forehead against his with a smile on your face. “i love you so much more than you can comprehend.”

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venuslore · 2 months

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hi babies, i'm back ! been gone for a couple of weeks but i'm finally moved into my new place and mostly unpacked. but i really miss writing and talking to u all ᰔ

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samdeancass · 2 years

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Locked Out

Requested on Wattpad

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.”

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slvtforstve · 30 days

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𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿'𝘀...

𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗷𝗼𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

*𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗚*

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𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌!

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kingslimeball · 2 months

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An extra hi

Walter "Keys" McKey x gn!reader

Requested by; @batzfailz

Contents; fluff, neutral pronouns for reader

Summary; After four months of bringing a coffee to Y/n day after day at work, Keys finally tries to talk to them.

The first time Y/n was brought coffee, they were rather confused. A man they didn't recognise and had never spoken to before placed it on their desk and smiled at them before walking away. When they had a sip, it was exactly what they usually got. They felt rather worried, yet at the same time flattered.

That was four months ago. Every work day, Keys has gone to work with two coffees instead of one. Every work day, Keys gets too shy to even talk to the person he's crushing on and instead says, "Hello." sounding jittery and nervous to then hurry to his desk. Smooth, right?

Obviously not.

But today, Keys decides he's going to talk to them. Like the other times he said he would... But he could do it this time. He feels ever so slightly more confident today. But he feels like it's not enough.

He stands in the doorway, staring at Y/n from afar. Now that he's actually here, the confidence has already begun to slither away. He forces his legs to carry him over there, and he places their coffee on their desk like usual.

"Aw, thank you!" Y/n smiles at him like usual. It's all normal, thus far. Keys stares at them, trying to formulate some words that aren't "hi." He begins to notice that he's staring at Y/n and feels awkward instantly. Not normal anymore.

"...Hi." Keys murmurs. Dammit!

"Hi?" They reply, confused by his behaviour.

"Hi." Keys repeats, sounding more sure of himself. He takes a deep breath to talk to them, but Antwan interrupts from across the hall to get him to get to work. He looks at Y/n, gaze drifting over to Antwan. He wants to argue with him, his expression says so, but he silently storms over to his desk on the other side of the room.

He slumps in his chair. He was making some kind of progress, right? He said an extra hi. He was getting somewhere! Maybe next time he'll even have the guts to ask, "How are you?". Maybe that's a stretch.

Well, at least he tried. He can try again when he gets some confidence next month...

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munsster · 2 years

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Hi again! I have this idea for a Walter Keys (x fem!reader) fic where Keys buys the reader a puppy for her birthday and he has to go and get this puppy and all its toys and then hide it before she gets home from work. I can just imagine Keys running around his apartment chasing a little chocolate Labrador puppy or something and then the reader gets home and he surprises her with it but it's just CHAOS.

of course, you don't have to write it, but I thought it was a cute idea!

keys surprising you with a dog

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE IM BLUBBERING LIKE A LITTLE BABY OVER IT (also i did it in headcanon format bc it felt right) SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THE BIRTHDAY PART but it can still b read that way!!

Warnings: just fluff, cursing, a kiss, pure chaos and i love it

he definitely felt like you were dropping hints and you were NOT subtle about it

“omg look at that perfect little puppy” + *bombards his messages with pics of little doggies* + “DOG!” x100 + “don’t you just love dogs?”

but he’s pretty sure you don’t know that he knows that you know what you’re doing

tldr; he’s getting you a dog

he’s spent WEEKS scrolling thru adoption ads online and scouring shelters for the bestest boy and then

looking for a loving home: misha! chocolate lab, 7 month old, friendly/affectionate/playful, vaccines up-to-date

with the sweetest little face and a picture of him playing catch

like COME ON

you know keys immediately called the number and sped on over to the address they sent for this pup

misha sat in the passenger’s seat the whole way home, and keys quickly found out he likes the spice girls

they’re already best friends and it was only a four hour drive

……. he’s committed

only he didn’t consider: food, bowls, a bed, toys, leash, etc.

so the journey is back on, and you’re off work soon

lets misha trot around the store picking out his favorite toys (chooses the loudest, most squeaky ones and is grinning like a bastard the entire time)

picks out a matching collar + leash and a fluffy bed and like 100 pounds of dog food

needless to say, he may or may not have spent almost $1000 that day

no matter ‘cause the look on your face is gonna be priceless, he can already tell

then he lets misha off his leash and into the apartment

and he’s off

sprinting into the bedroom and out again, barking at nothing, bouncing off the walls, he’s got the ZOOMIES for sure

and keys is just standing in the front doorway, leash in hand like……. what have i done

apartment: trashed

so now he’s chasing after the ball of energy, picking up knocked over books and a lamp and trying to get the shoe out of his mouth when he hears

“… i’m home”

all while he’s crouched by the arm of the couch, eyes wide, and turned over his shoulder to smile at you

“surprise?”

and the dog comes SPRINTING out of nowhere, completely mowing him over, flattening him on the carpet

and keys just groans because he can hear you laughing while the dog laps at his face

you set your stuff down and kick the door closed and are DOUBLED over looking at this fully grown man with a dog wiggling around on top of him and nearly suffocating him

and you’re just kneeling down next to them and scratching the dog’s head while keys is playing dead and you’re like

“who’s this little guy?” “the devil” “awww, such a good boy, what’s your name, bub?” “it’s misha. and he’s insane” “hi, misha!!”

and the puppy hops into your lap and you have to hold him back from climbing you like a tree

he’s such a sweetie, and keys is still recovering

then misha sits down in your lap and is panting and nudging your hand until you pet him more 🥺🥺

“so who are we dogsitting for?”

“we’re not”

and you just laugh and shake your head while keys wipes the slobber off his face and sits up

“ha ha very funny. who?”

but keys just stares at you with that little stupid smirk and you look up from the dog and your face go so serious

keys is scared

“he’s ours?” “mhm”

and you just hug the little puppy and are literally on the verge of tears and grabbing keys by the back of his neck to give him a big kiss

and misha starts barking up at the two of you

and you pull away laughing with keys holding your hand

“he’s ours”

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reysdriver · 8 months

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Driver's License | Keys

You decide to tease your friend after seeing his real name on his ID — coworker!keys x reader fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption since the oneshot takes place at a bar

words: 0.8k

a/n: this is my first keys fic and I know this is niche as hell but i've been obsessed with him lately so expect more lol

The bar was one of the more popular ones—which means there’s sometimes a line outside in the cold—but it was the one you always went to because it was walking distance from work. You, Keys, and Mouser stood in line shivering and wondering what was taking so damn long.

“Should we just go somewhere else?” You asked the guys.

“No, it’s fine.” Keys answered. “We’re almost at the front anyways.”

Mouser looked like he was about to say otherwise, but then dropped his protests. “Keys, can you like, stand on your toes and see what’s going on?”

He obliged and stood up as tall as he could, looking for the front of the line. After a few seconds of the most perfect posture you’d ever seen on your friend, he slumped back down to his normal height.

“It’s not the regular bouncer. This one’s checking, like, everyone’s IDs for five minutes each.” Keys explained, pulling out his wallet already.

You held back a laugh at the obvious hyperbole and thanked him for the update on what was taking this line so long to move.

Keys was right; you were actually close to the front of the line. It was still unbearably cold and it wasn’t even winter yet. Keys saw your discomfort and wrapped an arm around you. Maybe that was more than a coworker slash friend should do, but hey, you work at a video game company: nothing was really like other workplaces.

Once you were finally at the doors, the new bouncer asked for IDs from all three of you—which you thought was ridiculous because none of you looked like you were minors—and thoroughly scanned each one of them.

Yours was first, and maybe the quickest. Mouser showed his ID next, and then it was Keys’ turn. The worker looked at his driver’s license for longer than he had yours and Mouser’s, then passed it back to Keys with the card in between his index and middle finger.

Keys seemed to be in a rush to put it back into his wallet, and when you caught a glimpse of it as he shut the leather flaps, you understood why.

Your friend had never told you his real name before. Come to think of it, you weren’t sure he’s told anyone. What was perhaps his biggest secret was now in your hands, and there were infinite possibilities on what to do with it.

You kept quiet while the group picked a booth to sit at, then went up to order a round of kamikaze shots to start the night off with a bang. After you’d all taken one shot together, Mouser went off to use the washroom, leaving just you and Keys together.

Impatient as always, you had decided now was the time to do something with your newly acquired information. Biting back a smile, you tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.

“You know what?” You started. “I know we still have a round of shots, but I’m gonna head up to the bar and get something with as many maraschino cherries as they’ll let me have. Do you want anything?”

He shook his head, smiling at your drink request. “No, I’m alright. I’ll stay here.”

You stood up, bringing a dollar bill from your purse to tip the bartender. “Okay, I’ll be back, Walter.”

He didn’t even notice your use of his name at first. But when your words played back over in his head—as most things you say to him do—his eyes widened and he shot up from the seat.

“How did you— I don’t tell people my real name.” Keys said softly but urgently.

You smiled at him. “I know. I saw it on your driver’s license outside. I just wanted to tease you a bit since I’m now one of the only people in the world who knows it.”

“You are.” He confirmed. “Just, please don’t use it at work or anything. I just think it’s embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than ‘Keys’?” You giggled. You started walking towards the bar, and he followed closely behind. “You don’t need to worry, though. I like being the keeper of your secret.”

Relief washed over his face. “Thank you.”

You waved over one of your favourite bartenders, then brought your attention back to Keys. “Just for the record, I actually like your real name. It’s like a cute old man you live next to and bring in the newspaper for.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and stood up from the barstool. “You know, just for that, I do want a drink. You’re buying it for me.”

You rubbed his upper arm to confirm there was nothing bad between you. “I’ll surprise you, Walt.” You told him as he walked back to your booth.

Unsurprisingly, you were met with his turned back and a middle finger flipped at you.

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