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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Warnings: Explicit content.

Chapter 9

It's Really Happening

Keanu tapped his foot absent-mindedly as they waited for their scan appointment time. Kerry placed a hand on his knee to calm him. The truth was, she was anxious too but it took her mind off it to try and soothe his frayed nerves. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone else waiting as the appointments were well spaced out so they didn’t need to be worried about him being recognised and asked for a selfie!

Finally, the door opened and a couple came out, smiling and holding a string of images of their baby. Kerry and Keanu each crossed their fingers, praying that they would have good news too.

Keanu sat at the side of the examination table and held Kerry’s hand as the sonographer squidged on the cold jelly and prepared to show them their baby.

Keanu let out the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding as a clear image of their baby came into view. Kerry looked over at him - tears were rolling down both their cheeks with the relief that he or she was still there and growing just as they should be. The sonographer took their time doing all the necessary measurements and checks and explaining what they could see on the screen as she did so.

“Look baby’s hiccoughing there, did you see?”

At the end, they were given photos and a recording of the whole thing would be emailed later.

They left the hospital both feeling high on the joy of the moment. Kerry texted her sister the good news and then Keanu took her to the nearest restaurant they could find - Kerry was ravenous!

Over lunch they talked about the return to the US and Keanu shared something with her that he’d been pondering whilst he was away. Instead of going back to LA, he suggested they fly into San Francisco and take another trip down through Big Sur, maybe to Monterey or Carmel by the Sea. Perhaps a setting a little away from the hubbub of LA and somewhere with towering cliffs would be somewhere more like home that they could be based while in California.

After lunch they headed back to their hotel so Kerry could have a nap – she couldn’t remember ever feeling so tired before. Keanu tucked her in and pulled the curtains then headed out on a secret mission to a department store he’d spotted on their walk back. When Kerry woke up, Keanu had stripped down to his boxers and climbed in next to her She saw a small parcel in silver paper and tied with a bow on his bedside table.

“What’s that?”

“Just picked up a couple of things for you” he grinned “while you were sleeping”

“aww let me see”

He handed her the parcel which she tore open, discovering 2 adorable baby-grows -one featuring jungle animals on a white background and the other simply emblazoned with “I love my mummy” on the front!

“They’re adorable, thankyou”

She set them aside and leaned in for a kiss which he returned. She blinked away a tear, seeing so much love reflected in his eyes. He wiped it away with his thumb.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing” she replied “happy tears, you make me so happy,” she said before kissing him again. The kiss started out chaste but soon became more passionate and he eased her over onto her back and started to gently stroke her neck, moving down to her shoulders and towards her breasts.

“This OK?” he asked, unsure if she would feel ready yet, but desperate, after over 2 months, to make love again.

She just nodded and pulled him down into another kiss, moaning as his hands stroked her nipples through her bra. He made light work of removing their clothes, finishing, with her panties which he threw aside before burying his eager face in her pussy.

Kerry’s breath came in short gasps at the sensation of his tongue exploring her folds and teasing her clit.

“God I’ve missed you” she cried.

He looked up and grinned

“Just for the cunnilingus?” he joked mirroring what she’d said to him about her hand-jobs a few days before.

He returned to his task and she stroked his head as he moaned into her, the vibrations of his voice adding another level to her pleasure

“holy fuck” was her next response as he flicked fast over the swollen nub. Sensing she was getting close, he paused and kneeled up for a moment. His chin was covered in her flowing juices.

“Ready to come for me baby?” he said with a teasing look as he licked two long fingers and prepared to push them inside her.

Then he started to lick her again, sliding one hand under her to raise her hips towards his face as his welcome fingers slid inside.

As he began to pump, she thrust her pussy against his hand, she couldn’t get enough of him. His fingers curled with each thrust, seeking her g-spot whilst his tongue was rotating around her increasingly hard and swollen clit. Judging the moment perfectly, he switched to sucking, his whole mouth over her pussy and that’s when she let go - a long, loud moan and a flood of juices accompanying the fluttering and clenching of her cunt around his fingers.

He laid his head on her stomach and kissed it.

“Now that was your mommy cumming baby, she’s loud, isn’t she? And while you’re in there is hopefully the only time you’ll hear that!

Kerry giggled, still a little breathless from the exertion of her orgasm.

Keanu crawled up, straddling her, and kissed her, letting her taste what she’d released all over his face. By now his hard cock was pressing close to her entrance and she let him know she was ready for him, opening her legs and raising her hips to allow his gentle entry. They both moaned as he found his way home. He moved slowly and didn’t push as far as he would normally to start with, but she soon encouraged him.

“It’s OK darling, more, all of you, please, don’t stop”

“Oh god I love you, so much, ah ah, God yes”

Her pussy was already starting to spasm around him and he couldn’t have stopped in a million years even if he wanted to. Her screams took him beyond himself and he came, his face crimson and eyes locked with hers as they shared their joy.

Just 10 days later, Kerry found herself on the terrace of a beautiful cabin-style home on the outskirts of Monterey. The view was breathtaking, stretching several miles along the coast. Keanu stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her, hands gently cradling her small baby bump. He whispered in her ear.

“So what do you think, can you see us here, the three of us?”

“mmmm” she sighed, turning to give him a kiss.

“I love it – and it’s great that we can rent it, gives us a chance to see if it works for you, you know for work”

“and if it does, we can look for somewhere to buy or even build something of our own”

“You’re so generous do you know that?”

“naaaah – you know what I say”

“Can’t take it with you” they said together giggling.

“Right so we should enjoy its bounty OK? You, me, and the baby.”

After a few more days exploring the area, they headed back to LA where there were announcements to be made.

“You’re what?!” his mother said sharply at the news, not really believing her ears.

“We’re expecting a baby ma, in December. Kerry is a little over 3 months along now.”

“Was this planned?”

Kerry looked down at her feet, feeling the piercing gaze of Patricia on her.

“Yes ma, very much and we’re both delighted about it, OK?”

“Well, OK then, congratulations, Kerry how are you feeling?”

“Much better now, the sickness is gone, and having the scan gave us, you know, some reassurance”

His mother seemed to relax then and asked to see the pictures, even getting a little teary as she looked at the images of her grandchild.

“Kim and Karina will be thrilled, they always wanted to be aunties.”

“and you a granny at last” he teased.

“mmm I’ll have to let that one sink in” she laughed.

She was less impressed at the news that they would be renting a place in Monterey and spending far less time in LA but Keanu promised he’d always visit when he was in town and reminded her how often he was out of town with work in any case.

“And you can visit us up there – the place we’ve found has 5 bedrooms so plenty of space for us, the baby, and visitors.”

The news was greeted with surprise, excitement and joy by the rest of their family and friends. Keanu guessed Autumn would find out via the grapevine, but he made no effort to include her.

They also had a meeting with Cheryl, his publicist, choosing to wait until they were asked rather than make a formal announcement. They’d never even confirmed officially that they were a couple, Keanu preferring not to share anything about his private life in a formal way and Kerry being perfectly happy with that arrangement.

For the next few weeks, they stayed in LA but made preparations for the move to Monterey in July deciding what they might want to ship there and what they needed to buy new. Kerry was glad of the distraction this provided.

Distraction was good because of the fear in the back of her mind that this pregnancy wouldn’t last either and on top of that, the film Keanu had shot in Cornwall would have its premiere at the end of June and he’d asked her to attend with him. She was already showing so by then the pregnancy would be unmistakable. The process of being dressed for the event was entirely alien to Kerry and took some getting used to. Karina was her buddy supporting her with it, for which she was eternally grateful. They chose an empire line dress in a light turquoise fabric which complimented her fair complexion. The skirt was full and would accommodate the growing bump and the seamstress would make the final adjustments to the bust the day before.

When the day arrived, Kerry couldn’t quite believe the hoopla around such an event. They couldn’t dress at home, oh no, a suite was booked in a Downtown 5-star hotel where they’d be primped and preened before a limo took them to Mann’s Chinese theatre.

As they made their way down in the elevator with Cheryl, Keanu held her hand, rubbing little circles over it with his thumb.

“Smile” Cheryl encouraged “I’ll be right there the whole time so if he gets pulled away to an interviewer or to the crowd, you’ll never be alone ok. They’ll love you, you’ve made him happy.

That broke the tension a little and Keanu squeezed her hand and grinned.

“Off we go - and don’t forget you get to see your favourite place on the big screen too.”

Happily, there weren’t hordes of press at the hotel so she had time to prepare a little for the pop of flashbulbs and the noisy crowd that they were about to face on the short journey to the theatre. Nothing can really prepare you, but Keanu and Cheryl both worked hard to make it bearable by always talking to her, making her see the funny side of it all.

Kerry felt proud to be by his side and support him in his work, but the aftermath of the public appearance was intense scrutiny. She turned off all her social media and didn’t dare to look at any press. She knew from friends that it was filled with stories that focussed in on Keanu’s previous unhappy experience with Ava and Jen, making comparisons and, she knew, speculating if it would happen again. They were also stalked by paparazzi everywhere they went and were relieved that they would soon be out of the Hollywood glare.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

I'm still here

Summary: Soulmate AU: People meet their soulmates every day. Lana on the other hand just wanted to have a little talk about all the ghost tattoos and scars that seemed to appear daily on her body. John didn’t even know his soulmate existed until three little words appears in his ankle. Things changed after that.

Pairing: John Wick x OFC

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: angst, scars, dogs, torture, blood, also fluff

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“Fuck,” a sharp pain on her back interrupted Lana’s sleep. Groaning her hand reached for the spot that caused her pain, her fingertips finding a huge scar. Leaning to her side she switched the lamp on her bedside table on, getting out of bed. She walked to the bathroom, turning in front of the mirror to look at her back.

Was that a burn wound?

Fuck it still hurt. Looking closer at it she tried to make out what it was. A cross. Shaking her head she sighed, going back to bed. Another one to add to her collection. Jack, her dog, looked at her with sleepy eyes.

“Yeah I know. Sorry,” she patted her head until the dog was back asleep again.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked in the night, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. Rubbing over the spot that didn’t even hurt anymore she sighed.

All of her friends were gushing about their soulmates. How perfect they were, how it seemed like the universe clicked the moment they laid eyes on each other for the first time.

Well Sam’s soulmate was a retail manager and Emma’s soulmate was a lawyer. The worst scar they had was a dolphin tattoo at a spot no one would see if they didn’t know.

Lana could remember the day she woke up, a tingling sensation on her back. It was a feeling she didn’t know before. At that point it had been two years since the scars started. Faint scars mostly on her legs and back that kept reminding her that somewhere out on this planet her soulmate was very much alive. Even though sometimes she thought they didn’t really care to be alive. Then again, maybe they worked with the police? No, the tingling sensation was different. She remembered taking her shirt off, turning in the mirror and gasping as she saw what it was. A tattoo. On her whole back.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me…” she groaned. Fine white lines now graced her whole back. The ink from a real tattoo is missing, only the scar visible. A ghost tattoo.

"Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat,” she squinted. Lana would find out later that it was latin and translated to "fortune favors the bold" which apparently was the motto of the marines. Maybe this could be her explanation for the scars. A marine. A long time Lana lived with the idea that her soulmate was serving somewhere, their job dangerous.

“Maybe he doesn’t know you exist,” Sam had said once, many years later, catching Lana off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“Did you ever hurt yourself so that your soulmate would have a scar from you?”

She didn’t. Growing up Lana scared plenty, always falling on her knees, but ever since she turned 18 and the whole Soulmate thing started? Nothing.

“You should get a tattoo. So your soulmate knows you’re alive.”

And so she did. A little tattoo on her ankle that said “I’m still here”.

Shortly after her tattoo, it all stopped. Like they vanished. Like whoever her soulmate was received her message. But not after giving her some of the worst scars she ever received. Whatever they had been doing before it just stopped, it had to be painful.

She told herself that maybe they had fallen in battle. Which should give her some comfort, knowing that they weren’t in constant pain anymore. Lana continued her life, moved to New York city, found new friends, found a new job, found a man who warmed her bed. She didn’t love him. She wasn’t even sure she was capable of loving someone. Of course she felt attraction, Lana was no virgin by all means but it always felt like there was something missing. Deep down she knew what it was. And she learned to live with that ache. Learning to be happy without her soulmate.

Until one day, she was just about to get out with her dog, she felt a pain she hadn’t felt in years. Jack barked, sniffling at her confused as she grabbed her wrist. And there, right there was a faint white line that hadn’t been there before.

Ever since that day it was like there were constant scars. Every day she would feel the familiar pain of a new scar. It was worse than ever before.

Her whole body looked like she was constantly fighting a war against… she didn’t know. But tonight she wanted to forget about it all. Lana had met this guy a week before. It had been a while since she had an orgasm that didn’t come from her own hand.

Taking a last look in the mirror she winked at herself.

She didn’t know if she would ever find her soulmate. But maybe tonight she would find someone who would make her forget about that even just for a few hours.

That the man she met tonight would be the reason her soulmate would find her, was something Lana would find only out much much later.

John wasn’t in constant pain anymore. The soup kitchen took really good care of him after his, let’s call it fall. John was finished with the high table. Or what was remaining of it.

“What are you going to do now?” Winston asked him. He looked at the man, still confused why the fuck he didn’t just shoot him on sight when he first saw him after he shot him off the roof.

“I don’t know. Maybe a nice vacation.”

Winston chuckled.

“Yeah that soulmate of yours must have had quite painful weeks Jonathan.”

John sighed, crossing his legs, his thumb brushing over the three words that were his only clue that he even had a soulmate.

“Yeah,” John said, standing up.

“Jonathan?” he heard Winston say. He stopped walking, looking over his shoulder.

“I hope that for both of our sakes that we never see each other again.”

“Goodbye Winston.”

He really didn’t know what would come next. His house was a graveyard and he didn’t want to go back to. Back to where Helen and him had been happy until she...

He shook his head. He had loved Helen.

When he met her John didn’t think he had a soulmate. Not once in all those years had there ever been a clue that he had a soulmate. It was on the night he proposed to Helen that he felt something he hadn’t felt before. A burning pain on his ankle. Three words that made his whole world crash down on him. I’m still here. Of course he had told Helen. She had lost her Soulmate in a car crash years ago. And John loved her. He really did. And even more so when all she did when he told him was give him one of her bright smiles, telling him that it’s okay.

He married her anyway and he wouldn’t change a thing.

And during his marriage to Helen, he would sometimes forget that there still was someone out there. But it caught up with him. When Helen got sick those three words on his ankle gave him more comfort than he had ever felt in his life before. He wanted to tell his soulmate so many things. How sorry he was for all the scars he put on their body. God. The tattoo. While he liked it on his body, it was a whole different thing knowing it was on the back of another person who didn’t ask for it.

John rented an apartment outside of New York City until he decided what to do or where to live. He did pretty much the same thing every day. Wake up, get Dog out, come back and work on some books, get out with dog again, eat, sleep. Sometimes he would run into his neighbors on his way out. There was a woman, he thinks she lives upstairs who had a dog too. Jack was her name. He remembered the laugh of his neighbor when he gave her a confused look.

“Always wanted to have a dog named Jack,” she had explained with a shrug before she had walked out, probably to get to work.

They kept running into each other, either one on their way out or in. He liked her, even if he still didn’t know her name. She always had a smile on her lips when he saw her.

It was a couple weeks later when he noticed Jack upstairs barking for the whole day. Thinking about it, he hadn’t seen his neighbor in a couple days. When he heard footsteps upstairs after two days he made his way up, finding an older looking woman who was apparently cleaning the apartment.

“It’s not like her to just leave. Lana never leaves Jack alone.”

“You haven’t heard of her?” John asked, the woman shook her head.

“I tried calling her, but it’s going straight to voicemail. And… I don’t want to leave Jack alone here.”

“Do you think something happened to her?” John asked.

“I don’t know. I’m gonna try to reach her sister. But…. I’m worried.”

That worried John too, a nagging feeling on the back of his head. He liked her. Lana. He didn’t even know her name until now but it fit her.

“I don’t know what to do with Jack…”

“I’ll take her,” John offered. “If you can’t reach her, please let me know. And go to the police.”

The woman nodded, packing some things for Jack before he took the dog with him downstairs and made a couple of calls. He was worried for Lana. He had talked to the woman a little longer, learning that Lana had her own bookshop in the city. Of course she had, he thought. When he had gone through all of his remaining contacts he sighed. If someone would find something, they would call him. He may be retired again, but people wouldn’t dare to test his patience.

He continued with his life, still undecided on what to do next. He was getting bored. That’s the only reason he accepted the job he got offered to work as head of security for the family of an italian diplomat. He found out a little later that his new boss and the D’Antonio family had been sworn enemies.

Life continued easy for John. Still worried for Lana who hadn’t been back in her apartment for almost a month. He still had enough time to work on his books and live a somewhat easy life.

Until the scaring started.

Lana didn’t know how much time had passed. Her throat hurt as she tried to swallow. Slowly blinking her eyes open she found herself lying on the same shitty bed she had been for days? Weeks? Months? She didn’t know.

What she did know was that her date, Fabrizio, turned out to be a fucking psychopath. She winced when she sat herself up, her wrists bloody from the cable ties that he used to keep her restrained. Looking down at her body she was glad she wasn’t completely naked. Scars littered her whole body. Scars that were her’s and not her soulmates. Her capturer seemed to have a preference for knives. And she was truly scared of what would happen, once he grew bored with her.

He didn’t force himself on her. Yet. She could feel his eyes on her all the time, even when he wasn’t in the room. Like now. A single lightbulb was providing some light. She stretched her muscles as far as she could. She had only enough room to walk to the toilet and the bed. At least he thought of that.

“You’ awake amore?” she heard his voice, her breathing getting quicker. Closing her eyes Lana forced her body to remain calm. Shehad tried everything to get out of here. The last time he had almost killed her, a nasty scar on your inner thigh would remind her of that for her whole life. If she ever got out of here. Lana heard the door open, and she forced herself to look up, seeing him enter.

“You ready for another lesson?” he asked and she shuddered.

John was on edge.

He got a call earlier today with information on Lana. Additional to that the new scars on his body that now seemed to appear daily and he had no fucking idea what to do. Was this how his soulmate felt when he was younger or when he was on a job? It was hell for John. But he had to snap out of it. Today he might have the opportunity to bring back Lana. It was Winston of all people who called him this morning and told him that he might do well checking out what the son of his new employer was up to. He hadn’t met the man before but it took him only three hours to find out that something was odd.

He seemed to spend his whole time on a secluded and abandoned company site. He only found that out because of the phone records. Yeah, he had learned a thing or two since he started working again.

So this is how he found himself at said building, gun in his hand. He had been watching for a couple hours, seeing no one else enter. The more intelligent thing to do was to call for backup. But his only back up was the security details his boss paid. And he doubted they would show up to help get his son.

He felt the familiar rush as he stepped into the building. He lingered in the shadows as he sneaked deeper into the building. There were no people around. No guards, nothing.

What the fuck was he doing here? His car was still outside so he had to be here.

John checked his phone, seeing that he was still at the same spot as the phone signal he tracked earlier. He stepped out of the shadows, rounding a corner when he heard a whimper. A female whimper.

“Are you going to listen amore? Or do I have to punish you again?” Fabrizio asked. Lana whimpered, the blade breaking the skin on her neck.

“I’ll be good. I promise.”

The blade left her skin and she breathed out relieved.

“Good girl. Don’t want to scar your beautiful face yet.”

“What happens to me?” Lana asked with a small voice, looking at the floor. She was strapped to a chair. This time naked and she couldn’t help the tears. Constant tears ever since he came in and demanded her to strip. His hands on her body making her skin crawl.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you gonna kill me?”

“Probably,” he said and she sobbed.

“Why me?”

She looked up, seeing him with a scalpel.

“Because I like to destroy pretty things.”

John heard a scream that let his blood run cold.. Without wasting any more time he quickly made his way to where constant screams were coming from, hoping he wouldn’t be too late.

“Please. Please don’t… Please….” he heard someone cry out and he pushed away the thought that he knew this voice. He just had to get to her. He breathed in deep, calming himself when he pushed the door open.

The pain was almost blinding. Lana didn’t know what he was doing as she struggled against her restraints. Fabrizio was pushing against her to keep her still as he worked with the scalpel on her stomach. He was so focused that he didn’t notice how the door behind him opened. But she did.

Through her tears she saw someone enter, a man dressed completely in black. Maybe it was death himself, finally coming for her. She closed her eyes, relaxing her body in acceptance.

And just like that the pain stopped.

John had been angry before, but the fury that was pumping through his veins at seeing Lana restrained on a chair and a man towering over her, causing her immense pain, was nothing he had experienced before.

He didn’t even notice he reacted, finding himself on top of the man who looked up at him with wide eyes, John’s hands around his throat. John wanted to cause him as much pain as he did Lana. Instead he broke his neck, the man dead immediately. John breathed in deeply, calming his shaking body as he got up, not batting the man an eye as he turned around. He averted his eyes as he saw Lana completely naked. He got out of his jacket, finding his pocket knife. Lana was still sitting in the chair, breathing calmly as if she was meditating.

He had seen much in his life. But the many cuts over her whole body were making him sick. Carefully he cut through the cable ties that restrained her wrists to the chair before he pulled his jacket over her naked body. He kneeled down, cutting through the ties on her ankles, as he saw a tattoo of three words that mirrored the scars on his. He stopped in his tracks, looking up at the woman in front of him. He reached up carefully lifting his jacket up to look at her right shoulder to find faint scars in the form of the cross tattoo that was on his arm.

He breathed in deeply, pulling the jacket down again. Everything seemed to click into place as he thought about the last weeks. How he always felt on edge, but didn’t know why.

Lana, his neighbor, was his soulmate.

She whimpered.

“Lana? Lana, it’s me John. Your... neighbor….” he said softly. She blinked her eyes open, looking down.

“John?” she whispered.

“I’m getting you out of here and into a hospital,” he said softly.

“No… no hospital. Just… I wanna go home,” she cried.

John looked at her, feeling his heart break.

“I’m gonna carry you okay?”

He saw her nod as he leaned down and carefully picked her up and into his arms. He felt her small arms come around his neck.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his neck. John didn’t look back as he carried her out of the room and then out of the building.

“Can you stand?” he asked. She nodded weakly as he put her down, leaning her against his car.

“I’m gonna grab a blanket from the trunk,” he told her. His mind was going a million miles per hour. He opened the trunk, getting a blanket and the first aid kit. Getting back quickly he pulled the blanket around her before he opened the door and helped her si in the passenger's seat.

“I’m gonna put a bandaid on the cut on your stomach,” he said but when he looked up he noticed that she fell asleep. He shook his head, making quick work of bandaging her before he carefully closed the door.

He tried to calm his mind, still feeling the rage bubbling in his chest. Picking his phone he called his boss. It connected right away.

“Your son kidnapped my soulmate. You can find him at the abandoned company grounds of the Miller’s downtown.”

“Mr. Wick…”

“If you don’t want me to come after your whole family I suggest you forget you even know my name,” he threatened.

“Of course.”

John ended the call before he got into the car. He looked at Lana who was still sleeping. Starting the car he couldn’t stop from carefully taking her hand in his.

Lana blinked her eyes open slowly. There was light coming through the window. It looked like it was early morning. The mattress beneath her was soft and she was tucked in like a child. Where was she? Turning her head she noticed someone sitting in the chair next to her bed.

It was her neighbor. John. The events of the last hours caught up with her and she gasped, her hand flying over her mouth. John blinked his eyes open, finding hers.

“Lana?” he asked.

“You saved me. He was… He wanted to… Oh god…” she whimpered.

“Hey…” John was at her side immediately, taking her hand.

“You’re safe. He will never hurt you ever again,” she relaxed when she felt his hand around hers.

“How… How did you find me?” she asked.

“I… I have contacts. You were missing for almost three months. The moment someone saw something I went to get you. I’m sorry it took so long.”

“John. Why were you looking for me?” she asked. He sighed.

“I… I don’t know. I noticed that something was wrong two days after you’ve been gone. It was Jack…”

“How is she?” Lana asked immediately. John smiled softly.

“She’s sleeping in the living room on my couch.”

“You took care of her?” she asked with tears in her eyes.

“Of course. I would…” he stopped himself.

“Thank you. So much. I....” she shook her head.

“You should try to sleep some more. It’s still early.”

“Okay,” she whispered. John wanted to get up and get back to his chair.

“Could… could you hold my hand until I’m asleep?” she asked shyly. John smiled, his heart warming a little.

“Of course.”

John had never seen a happier dog than Jack a couple of hours later. Lana was holding her tightly, silently crying into her soft fur. He had given Lana an old shirt of himself and some of his pyjama pants that were way too big for her.

“I missed you so much, my perfect girl,” Lana whispered.

Dog sat beside John, looking up at him.

“I know you want to go out but…”

“It’s okay. Would you… Would you take Jack too? I… I would love to take a shower. And I probably should go to see a doctor.”

“I can ask a doctor to come here. For all the cuts. Did.. did he…?”

Lana shook her head.

“He didn’t. I… I don’t know what he wanted with me…”

John walked over, hesitantly putting a hand on her shoulder. He could feel the scarring of his tattoo on her arm.

“It’s not your fault. He was a psychopath. And he will never hurt you or anyone ever again.” She looked up at him. She had been attracted to John ever since he moved in. That he was the one that saved her seemed like a sign from the universe. If he believed in stuff like that. Slowly she turned.

“Thank you for saving me John,” she took his hand, noticing that he was missing a finger. His ring finger. She frowned, looking at her left ring finger. There was an ugly scar she had no idea how to explain. It hadn’t been that long ago that she had gotten it. It was one of the most painful scars she had received from her soulmate.

“I’m gonna take the dogs out and call the doctor. Will pick up some food too. Are you okay here? I can get you to your apartment…”

“No… No. I want to stay here, if that’s okay…” she said and John nodded with a soft smile. She looked up at him. His warm brown eyes looking down at her. She wanted to touch him, to be close to him…

“I’ll get you some towels. I’ll be back as fast as I can.”

She knew that she had to get back to her apartment at some point. The problem was that everytime she was alone longer than an hour she was close to a panic attack.

Four weeks had gone by and she was still living with John. She was sure he must be getting sick of her by now. Yet he didn’t let it show. Quite the opposite. He always seemed to know what she needed.

Right now he was lying on the couch, asleep. She had told him that she felt bad for taking his bed away from her but he had just shrugged it off. Telling her that he was okay. She liked John. She could see herself falling for John. Or maybe she already did. Her scars had healed over the last weeks, leaving her almost as good as before.

But spending so much time together, she also noticed his scars. When she was still healing she didn’t think much about it but now…

They had the same scars on their wrists. A nasty cut on their right elbow. His missing finger and her ugly scar on the same place. John sighed in his sleep, moving, his shirt moving up his arm. She could see a tattoo and she reached to her left arm, her fingertips running over the fine lines of one of her ghost tattoos.

“John?” she whispered. He groaned and she smiled.

“John?” she asked again and he blinked his eyes open. Sleepily he looked at her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice deep with sleep.

“Can I check your ankle?” she asked. That seemed to wake him up. He sat himself up, looking down at her. He got his legs off the couch so she was kneeling between his legs and swallowed.

“Okay,” he whispered. She smiled softly as she carefully pushed his pyjama pants up, revealing his ankle. And there, almost not visible if you didn’t know they were theore, there were three words that mirrored her own tattoo.

She couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips.

“You’re here,” John said and she looked up.

“I’m here,” she whispered before she pushed herself up to kiss her soulmate.

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[eevee-of-rivia]

“You may now kiss the bride”

So this is the second part of “Bite me, John”.

Hope you like it!

Summary: Again our Vampire!John WIck with his wedding with Eve and their first wedding night.

Pairing: John WIck x OFC

Warning: Smut (it’s the first time i write smut)

It was a silent and quiet forest in which you could hear only the silent talk of John, Ezra and the priest who, from then on, would celebrate the wedding.

The sky was clear and covered with stars, the leaves of the trees were illuminated by the light of the full moon, colored by tantalizing shades of blue.

It was only a few seconds before the wedding began when John was distracted by the smile that appeared on Ezra’s face as he turned his head.

John copied his movements and, as soon as he saw her, he remained silent for those who, to him, seemed days.

Eve, leaning on Oliver’s arm, was walking slowly to the altar and, to what would soon be, her husband for all eternity.

Smiling joyfully, Eve left Oliver’s arm, hugged him and, before joining the man he loves, said to him: "You might have also accompanied me to the altar like a father but you will always remain my little brother".

Oliver didn’t say anything until the girl came in front of the vampire to start the wedding.

It was not long before the priest pronounced the fateful words: "Now you can kiss the bride".

Eve had just put her hands on John’s shoulders, standing on tiptoe, when her husband gently took her waist kissing her gently as he held her to himself.

The girl was lying on the bed, her eyes were closed and the only noise that could be heard in the whole room was the moaning coming out from her mouth.

Her wrists were forced over her head, held still by the strong grip of the vampire who, slowly, was leaving kisses all over her neck up to the shoulder blades.

"J-John..." was the only thing Eve could say before a couple of canines sank into the flesh of her neck.

Minutes passed before John resumed kissing what he could proudly call his wife, whispering sweet words and compliments on her lips whenever she retreated to catch her breath.

"You are beautiful in this dress but.." The vampire didn’t finish the sentence by starting to undress Eve leaving her completely naked under him.

The girl wanted to protest, as the man was still wearing his shirt and trousers, but was caught off guard when his lips approached Eve’s breast by teasing one of her nipples with his tongue.

The other hand, which until now had always held her wrists still, slowly descended until it reached her cunt.

Slowly two fingers began to massage her cunt causing Eve to squirm under him from the pleasure felt at that moment.

Lazily John began to leave a trail of wet kisses that started from her breast to her cunt.

"You are already so wet for me Eve" he said with a deep tone of his voice.

And, after finishing the sentence, the vampire began to leave kisses all along the inner thigh of the girl getting closer and closer to her cunt but never arriving where Eve needed him most.

"P-Please John..

I need you" was the only thing she could say before the man started kissing and licking her cunt by leaning both hands on her hips to hold her still.

It was only when John felt the girl’s hands in his hair that he decided to insert two fingers by beginning to massage his clit with his tongue while moving his fingers at a fast pace going to stimulate each time her G-spot.

It wasn’t long before Eve came leaving John with a satisfied grin on his face.

John took his two fingers to his mouth licking them to clean them before leaving a chaste kiss on the girl’s forehead: "You were very good Eve"

Eve smiled softly at the compliments of him as he undressed completely positioning, again, between her legs.

Gently taking her ankles, the vampire placed her legs on her shoulders and aligned her erection to her cunt and, slowly, began to enter her. (non lo so come scriverlo ok? Mi sembra brutto dire “iniziò a penetrarla”)

John groaned with pleasure and tried to stand still while Eve got used to him.

After a few minutes, Eve nodded slightly to John, who began to move slowly and then pick up the pace as time passed.

When they were both close, John increased the pace and passionately kissed Eve until they both came.

John, still gasping, lay beside Eve, surrounding her with an arm and holding her to him, letting her rest his head on her chest.

Gently stroking her hair the vampire gave her one last kiss on the head.

Eve gave the man a final smile before closing her eyes, exhausted, and falling asleep on the chest of the man who would have loved and protected her forever.

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I hope you liked it!!

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[fortheloveoffanfic]

Hi There!

Happy 2022 to everyone! Here's to hoping that this year is better than the last 2 and is filled with good health, prosperity, happiness and strengthened and new relationships (friendly and otherwise). May goals be achieved and hopes be fulfilled!

Now for the meat of this thing;

After about a month of thinking, and writing, I've decided to stop writing real person fiction (rpf) for any fandom. This decision was not made in retaliation to anything in particular, its just no longer something that I'm comfortable with. As a result, any request that I've taken in the past that was intended as rpf will, unfortunately, not be written. I sincerely apologize to all requesters. Ongoing series revolving around rpf, such as Behind Closed Doors, will be discontinued, as even if it is mostly written, returning to edit has often felt like a chore.

This doesn't mean I'll be leaving the Keanu Reeves fandom, in fact, I hope to be more active than before. Now however, my writing will be centered on only his characters.

Some more thinking as also led me to decide to open up this blog to other fandoms, so as of this January, I will also be posting for Characters from the Cillian Murphy fandom. Previously, all my work in this fandom was limited to Ao3.

A new list of who I'll write for will be detailed below.

John Wick (John Wick franchise 2014-present) Tom Ludlow (Street Kings 2008) Jack Traven (Speed 1994) John Constantine (Constantine 2005) Julien Mercer (Something's Gotta Give 2003) Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders 2013-2022) Jim (The Delinquent Season 2018)

*List subject to updates *Previous works on Peaky Blinders from Ao3 will not be uploaded to Tumblr as it would be a very long process, but new works will be posted on both platforms.

Hit 'keep reading' for a sneak peek on my upcoming works

Tolerate It- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas' wife feels like her husband becomes more and more of a stranger to her everyday. Angst.

After She's Gone- John Wick x OFC. Requested. John deals with the loss of someone he loves dearly, and finds out something that only makes the pain worse. Angst.

Only if Its You- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas and the reader fantasize about a future where their relationship is more than just an affair. Fluff.

But Baby, I'm Better- John Wick x OFC. John shows Viggo's wife that he's better than her husband. SMUT

The Stepfather- John Wick x OFC. Series. AU. John and his fiancee's daughter fall into an entanglement that threatens to leave everyone hurt. SMUT

Continuations -Protective Service -The Arrangement -Heaven, Hell and You -Beholder

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: Arrows, Gods and Dogs

Intro: Thor is intrigued about these little things called Urban Legends, but after a night spent with the rest of the Avengers discussing them, one of them in particular becomes a little too real…

Pairings. Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language.A bit of very light smut, if you squint hard enough…no under 18s.

A/N: This takes place in the SSB universe in early 2015 just before the events of AOU. You don’t have to have read that series to understand or enjoy this but feel free to check it out: Stark Spangle Banner Masterlist

This is written for @waiting4inspiration ‘s Myths and Legends Writing Challenge.

My prompt was no.6- The Licked Hand- urban legend of a killer who spends the night under a girl’s bed pretending to be her dog.

“What the fuck…” Tony mumbled as he walked into the common room, glancing around. 3 faces peered back at him, one of which was dark green, from the chairs and sofas that surrounded the coffee table.

“Hey Tone…” his sister grinned up at him. “Nat and I were giving Thor a Seaweed Mask…”

Tony looked at the God who was sat in the chair, the dark green slop slapped all over his face. “It is stupendously beneficial Stark.” he said, grinning at him, his teeth sparkled white against the dark colour of the mask on his face “Anti-inflammatory, moisturises, increases skin metabolism and is anti-aging.” “Well considering you’re over a thousand years old that could be useful…” he said, and as he spoke Steve walked into the room “Oh, and speaking of old, you got any left for Spangles?”

“You ever gonna get tired of that joke?” Steve said, not even looking at Tony or Thor as he passed.

Tony shook his head “No.”

With a sigh Steve dropped onto the floor in between Katie’s legs, his back resting against the sofa. 

“Hey…” she said softly, her hands reaching to his shoulders, as her lips softly kissed his cheek. He let out a soft noise of acknowledgement as his eyes closed and he simply let her hands work out some of the tension he was feeling, her fingers expertly dancing across his muscles. “You’re really knotty.” she mused.

He cracked his head side to side, still not opening his eyes “Feels good…” he said softly and she smiled, looking up as Clint walked into the room.

“You giving out massages to anyone Nova?” he looked over as he dropped onto the sofa, swinging his legs over the arm. “Because my back is killing me.” “Book an appointment with a chiropractor then.” she said, her hands still working at Steve’s shoulders. He was blissed out, she could tell from his body language now. His head was hanging forward slightly and his breathing was even. 

“C’mon don’t be mean!” Clint pouted.

“Sorry, only Stevie gets my hands all over him.” she winked back. Steve let out a soft huff of a laugh as Tony groaned from across the room where he was stood behind the bar placing several types of snacks into bowls.

The elevator opened again and Bruce stepped out, completing the Friday Night Film Club assembly, something the Avengers did weekly providing their search for the sceptre permitted. Bruce headed over to the seating and stopped as he saw Natasha now wiping the mask from Thor’s face with cotton pads.

“Ok so this is weird…” He said.

“Aren’t you the one that turns green when you get angry?” Tony looked at him, dropping a bowl of popcorn onto the table in the middle of the seats “Because some people might say that’s a little strange too.”

“Touche…” Bruce shrugged, sitting down. 

“He has a point though…” Clint said, “I mean he reminds me of that Pittsburgh Green Man dude…the Urban Legend…what was his name?”

“Charlie No-Face” Tony said. 

“Charlie No-Face?” Steve asked, opening his eyes and fixing Tony with a sceptical stare.

“Yeah, the tale has it he was disfigured in an accident and could be seen at night, blowing cigarette smoke through the holes in his cheek, lurking by the roadside, trying to stay out of sight. Classic boogie man story”

“Total load of bullshit.” Banner shook his head.

“Actually, there’s some truth to it.” Katie said, her hands still working on Steve’s shoulders “It was a guy called Raymond Robinson who was so severely disfigured as a kid in an electrical accident that he couldn’t go out in public without creating panic. Instead he took to taking long walks at night. Local tourists would drive along the roads hoping to catch sight of him.”

Steve paused, how the fuck did she know that? She was a font of utter useless knowledge, his time at SHIELD with her had shown him that, but still… 

“What?” she asked, suddenly aware everyone was looking at her, including Steve “It was part of my degree…” “What, Urban Legends?” Clint frowned.

“I did English Lit and Mythology.” she said, her hands laying still on Steve’s shoulders. “One of my papers was on Urban Legends and the true stories that inspired them.”

“Wait, what is an Urban Legend?” Thor asked, sitting forward, curiosity piqued.

“Exactly what they say on the tin Thunder God.” Katie looked at him “It’s a modern genre of folklore and consists of fictional stories associated with the macabre, superstitions blab la bla. and more often than not rooted in local history and popular culture.”

“But they have elements of truth?” The God asked.

“Some do.” she nodded “But some of them are total myth.”

“So some are Urban Myths, some are Urban Legends?” Thor pressed, eagerly.

“Aint that the same thing?” Clint asked “A myth and a legend? At least that’s what I heard.” Thor and Katie both shook their heads.

“You heard wrong.” Katie looked at him “A legend is a collection of stories about a person or significant event and whilst unverifiable they are handed down and accepted as historical. So, things like King Arthur. It’s accepted there WAS a King called Arthur and he had a set of Knights, but the stories about his Wizard friend, Merlin, Excalibur… no way of proving.”

“And a Myth is bullshit?” Clint asked.

“It’s a made up story, an idea or a concept. Sometimes an imaginary thing, or person. Mythical stories often contain heroes or deities and explain a practice, rite or natural phenomenon.” Katie said, “Mind you, until Thor arrived on Earth Norse Gods were a Myth in themselves so who knows…” “Well that’s not confusing.” Clint mumbled, snatching a handful of popcorn. 

“I had this exact conversation with Fury a few years back” Katie chuckled “You re-wrote our entire History books Thor.” The God grinned. “I would very much like to hear some of these Urban Legends or Myths.” he said eagerly.

“Or we could go one better.” Natasha suggested “It is movie night and there’s a film called Urban Legend…” Tony groaned “I was gonna suggest watching Point Break.” “Watch me do what?” Thor asked, puzzled.

“No, the film.” Tony sighed. “It’s about surfers who rob a bank.”

“Why would surfers want to rob a bank?” Thor asked. “Same reason anyone wants to rob a bank I suppose.” Steve said, pushing himself up off the floor and reaching for the beer Tony had placed on the table, before settling next to Katie on the sofa “Money.” “It’s quite a good film actually.” Katie mused “Plus Keanu Reeves looks hot in it…” “Yeah well I belive it is my turn to choose so…” Thor clapped his hands together. “I would very much like to see this Urban Legends…”

“Alright…” Tony sighed, settling down “Prepare to have your mind rotted into nothingness…JARVIS, play the movie…”

***** “God I forgot how crap that film is.” Natasha grumbled as the credits started rolling. 

“It’s not so bad.” Clint said.

“Only because you fancy Tara Reid.” she shot back.

Clint shrugged and Katie glanced up from where she was snuggled under Steve’s arm to see her fiancé had fallen asleep, his head lolling against the back of the sofa. She smiled and took a second to just watch how relaxed he looked. It had taken him a while to get this comfortable around the other members of their team, but over the last few months especially, it was as if something had just twigged within him. And the relaxed, tactile, cheeky boy from Brooklyn she knew and loved seemed to bust free more often in front of everyone else. She reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek and he stirred slightly, blinking down at her and gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” she chuckled, rubbing his chest “You weren’t snoring. How much did you see?”

“Erm…” he pondered, his hand curling round the one that was rubbing over his T-shirt, fingers gently playing with hers. “The bit where the girl was strangled in her bed when her room mate thinks she’s having sex.”

“I thought that was the best bit.” Tony said, wiping his face “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights…”

“Yes.” Thor agreed eagerly “A real legend, something that could easily be true.” “You know, I remember when I was a kid, some guy in Oklahoma got arrested for trying to enact the whole headlight one.” Banner mused “He pursued the first guy who flashed him for not having his lights on but ended up crashing into a tree. Suppose that’s Karma.” 

“But he re-enacted that legend…” Natasha said, “He wasn’t the cause of it, surely?”

Bruce shrugged “I assume so, isn’t that the point though? You can’t trace half of these stories to an origin?”

“I was always convinced that the crazy cat lady who lived next door to us killed one of her kittens in the microwave when she tried to dry it after it fell into our swimming pool” Katie said, looking at Tony and raising her eyebrow “Mind you, that’s because you told me she did.” Tony laughed. “You were so gullible.” “I was 6.” she shook her head before she snorted, “Dad kicked your ass because you gave me nightmares for a week.”

“There is one that wasn’t in the film that I know for a FACT is true.” Clint said, and everyone turned to face him. Katie moved so she was sat up and looked at him, frowning and he gave her a soft wink. Steve gave a little whine at the fact she had moved and she turned to look at him as he held his arms out. She smiled, he was always clingy when he was tired, like a giant, oversized baby. She shuffled over onto his lap and he wrapped his left arm around her waist, laying his head against her chest as she looped her right arm over his shoulder. He loved snuggling up to her. The normality of being able to do and enjoy these type of moments was something he adored. His right hand dropped to her thigh, thumb gently skating over her leggings. 

“Truly?” Thor sat forward, listening intently. 

Clint nodded. “It happened in one of the towns I visited when I was part of the circus. There was a young girl, left home alone for the first time with only her dog for company. She’s sat watching the news and there’s an urgent report of a killer on the loose in her neighbourhood.”

Tony and Banner exchanged a look, the pair of them rolling their eyes. Katie glanced down at Steve who was listening intently. Biting her lip she looked back at Clint as he continued.

“Terrified, she locks all the doors and windows, but she forgets about the basement window…”

Thor gave a gasp and at that point Katie had to look away as the God’s face was utterly horrified. Natasha was suddenly focusing on her beer bottle, trying not to laugh. But Clint carried on, deadly serious, and Katie had to hand it to him. His poker face was impeccable.

“So she goes to bed, taking her dog to her room with her and letting it sleep under her bed, coz you know, she’s scared. Anyway, she wakes in the night to hear a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. It’s disturbing her a little but she’s too scared to get out of bed and find out what it is. Instead, for comfort, she reaches a hand toward the floor for the dog and is rewarded by a reassuring lick on her hand.”

“Good, good…” Thor said, nodding along “Man’s best friend after all.” “Exactly” Clint said, and in the corner of her eye Katie could see Tony and Banner both shaking with silent laughter. Looking at Steve again, she suppressed a snort of her own as the Soldier was frowning slightly, his eyes focused on Clint as he sat up.

“Anyway, the next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water only to find her dead, mutilated dog hanging in the shower with his blood slowly dripping onto the tiles. On the shower wall, written in the dog’s blood, are the words “HUMANS CAN LICK, TOO.”

There was a pause for a beat before Steve let out a snort “What a load of crap.”

Tony and Banner began to laugh and Natasha grinned, but Thor was completely and utterly serious when he looked at Clint.

“So there was a killer, in her house…under her bed?” Clint nodded, a small smile on his face.

“Hey Thor…” Tony quipped, “Did you know they’re taking the word gullible out of the dictionary?”

Thor looked at him, frowning “Why?” ***** “Want me check under the bed for any serial killers?” Steve asked as he emerged from the en-suite in his boxers, top half bare. 

Katie grinned “I’m sure if there’s one hiding you’ll keep me safe Soldier…” He frowned playfully as he pulled back the duvet and crawled onto the bed so he was hovering over her “Does that make me your dog?”

“Down boy.” she smirked as grabbed her wrist and licked her palm. She shrieked, laughing as she wiped it on his back “That’s disgusting…” “You don’t usually complain when I’m using my tongue.” he quipped cheekily.

“Steven Grant Rogers…” she said in a mock tone of shock. He chuckled slightly, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss quickly grew heated and his hands dropped to her hips, clutching at the hem of his shirt she was wearing, as ever.

“I don’t know why you bother wearing anything to bed…” he grinned as he pulled it over her head “It always comes off…” “That’s because you’re a sex fiend.” she smirked as he kissed her again, his hands tracing up her ribs. She tipped her pelvis up to meet his and he let out a soft groan as she pressed against his groin, his arousal becoming more and more evident as he took over, grinding up against her spot, his lips moving across her jawline and to her neck.

Then, all at once there was a huge crash of what sounded like thunder, and the alarm began to ring out through their apartment.

Steve stilled, and he glanced at Katie for a second.

“Are you fucking kidding me…” She groaned as he jumped off her, pulling on a pair of sweats, tossing her the shirt she had been in. She pulled it on and grabbed a pair of shorts to cover her underwear clad bottom half before she reached under the dresser for her gun and they darted into the living room.

“JARVIS?” Steve spoke as he grabbed his shield which, ever since the whole incident with Hydra the previous year stayed in their apartment. 

“Disturbance detected on residential floor 29.” The AI offered as called the elevator. 

“That’s Clint and Thor’s floor…” Katie muttered as the elevator doors opened and Tony was already in there, his iron man gauntlets on his hand. 

“Precaution…”he muttered as Steve looked at him. “There’s no way anyone could get in here…”

The elevator stopped and the doors opened onto the floor. The three of them stepped out to see Clint sprawled on the floor surrounded by bits of plaster and breezeblock, groaning, Natasha bent over him. Thor stood a few feet away by a huge hole in the wall to their right. The door to the stairs flew open and Banner emerged, frowning as he took in the scene in front of him.

“What the fuck?” he asked as Katie’s eyes diverted to Thor who was panting, hammer in his hand, his bare chest heaving. 

“I’m sorry…” Thor said, bending over to help Clint to his feet “But you scared me Barton.” “Scared you?” Steve looked at him, frowning. “How did he scare you so much that you put him through the wall?

“He’s done A Barton” Nat smirked as Clint doubled over, groaning, clutching at his side whilst the rest of the team smirked or let out a chuckle. A Barton was a term Nat had coined ages ago for when Clint did something utterly stupid, like taking out a full horde of hostiles only to then go and knock himself out by colliding with a tree branch when running back to the jet, or managing to spill boiling hot coffee all down his front when the lid to his cup wasn’t on properly.

“So what did he do this time?” Steve asked as the arm holding his shield dropped to his side.

“He led under my bed.” Thor said, “And licked my hand.” There was a pause before Katie and Tony both let out huge snorts of laughter, as Steve rolled his eyes, a smile tugging on his face. 

“I think you broke my ribs.” Clint groaned, and Thor looked devastated. 

“Serves you right.” Tony said, glancing at the hole in the wall, shaking his head. “JARVIS, arrange someone to fix this in the morning. I’m going back to bed…”

“Do you need medical?” Steve asked, looking at Clint. He shook his head. “Well looks like you just made an Urban Legend of your own Hawkeye.” Katie said, grinning.  “The story of the dumbass Archer who thought it was a good idea to scare the shit out of the God of Thunder.”

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As you like anons,

I wanted to ask you a somewhat personal question that you might not publish if it embarrasses you. Do you have a type of person that you always like in terms of physical appearance? What is he or she like in terms of love?

Hello Anon and welcome!

I'm not at all ashamed to give you this answer also because I'm taking the opportunity to inaugurate a new hashtag, so that should I receive personal questions again they will already be in order.

💌 What type do I like.

I love guys, I like girls a lot but there's never that particular spark on a chemistry/skin level that makes me feel that way.

💌 Do I have a type?

My sister would tell you I like jerks, but she and I are night and day. Speaking of physical appearance, I like those with unique features, especially if they are a mix of cultures and family trees from various continents, an actor I find definitely attractive is Keanu Reeves in 'the matrix', Evan Evagora is cute, I also really like Giannis (the NBA player), Lebron James, models like  Park Sung Jin .

In short, very particular men.

As fictional characters, besides Aomine, I really like Tarō Kabakura from Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku (a bit of a grown-up Aomine), although my first 2d crush was Akira Sendoh from the Slam Dunk comics.

💌 How am I as a partner?

Uhm.

I'm very demanding, but zero fuss given.

I am very committed and I demand the same level of commitment.

This is a characteristic that has generated problems in the past, because some people may criticize this attitude, reading it as indifference. I believe that every couple should have an extremely private dimension that should be protected and experienced only by the two who are part of it. I listen to everyone, but then I do my own thing. I'm supportive, I know what it's like in a long-distance relationship but if I feel unease, I'm ignored for confrontation and dialogue or my trust is betrayed I cut right away, because honestly I'm just fine on my own.

I don't like to claim my position, I'm not overclingy in public (i like smootches but we all know that sometimes is just a form od social display), and I'm not jealous at all, not because I think I'm better than someone else, but because it doesn't make sense to me, since no one belongs to anyone else and since I would never accept rules to make someone else "feel comfortable."

My partner doesn't have to ask permission do things, he must have his own life, so we can share experiences. And ofc, he doesn't have to feel he owe me anything.

Right now I am fine with my few but good friends around.

In the future, who knows.

💌That's quite all, I think.

Love always,

V.

[allie1804-fan]

Kerense Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa - read Part 1 here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Warnings : Just like Keanu in these fics, I don't actually know any of the other real people portrayed here so my versions of them are all supposition!

LA Home?

After a couple of weeks, they moved on to LA. Kerry was Flabbergasted by the size and style of his home. It had a cool feel due to the size of the rooms and the large pieces of art in the main living area which had vast bi-fold doors leading out to the patio and pool. He was most excited to show her his pond with Koi Carp and the breathtaking view.

His office and bedroom were warmer in style, more in keeping with the man and she was thrilled with the kitchen which his sister had designed with herself in mind for when she visited and wanted to cook or for Keanu when he had a caterer come in.

On their first night, they ordered take out and ate outside by the pool. They were both tired from travelling but he promised to take her out to some favourite haunts soon. His bigger priority was making her and Scout feel at home and welcome.

That started with meeting his mum. Having heard a lot about her before he left, his mother, in particular, was very keen to make her acquaintance. She invited them over and had a meal catered.

She was welcoming but there was an edge of scrutiny in her gaze and her questions.

In the car on the way home, Kerry pointed it out.

It’s just like Jason Robards says in Parenthood. “It never ends”

“What?”

“Well, your mum was clearly concerned I might be some kind of leach!”

“Kerry, she thinks that about everyone I meet, but especially women. But she liked you, I could tell. And you bonded over all your English connections right?”

“I guess!”

Next up was Karina who had them over for Thanksgiving. She was more easygoing than her mother and they had a very relaxed day with Keanu and his brother-in-law bonding over the football and Kerry and Karina enjoying working together in the kitchen.

In the weeks running up to Christmas, their projects were on hiatus and they focussed on getting Kerry acclimatised to LA. Keanu bought her a car (she was not up for driving his Porsche) and they went on bike rides up PCH, took Scout on hikes in local parks and continued her introductions to his friends.

Key amongst them was Alex Winter and his family. They spent a great day on the beach at Malibu with him, his wife and their 2 youngest sons. Alex took a cute pic of Kerry and Keanu there - She had straggly wet hair from messing around in the sea and was wearing a loose shirt over her swimming costume. Her arms were draped around Keanu’s neck and they were both grinning broadly. She liked it so much, she had it printed and framed and placed it on their dressing table. It was one way she could try to settle in.

She certainly felt safe and welcome in his home, but, truth be told, not really at home

Some of that was connected to Scout. There was an inner courtyard where Scout could chill in a shady spot and you could walk him along the road nearby but only in the evening when the surface would be cool enough. To walk the dog, you really needed to go to a park, beach or further out into hills. It wasn’t just a stone’s throw away like at Sennen.

Also, in one sense, the house felt huge but at the same time, claustrophobic. It was curious that she could feel hemmed in despite the space and open view at the back - it was like you couldn’t touch the nature that was so near at hand and when she felt like that, the waves of nostalgia for Sennen were powerful.

Another challenge she faced and hadn’t really expected had been the number of female friends Keanu had who, it was clear, were past sexual partners. It wasn’t that anyone said anything to her, least of all him for whom it was all just water under the bridge, but some of them had an unmistakable body language towards him, while others displayed a certain possessiveness that she found, if not threatening then at least challenging.

She knew he’d had a different life from her, longer in single mode, less settled in one place and with a lot of opportunity to be promiscuous, so she knew she had to accept it, but she also struggled to imagine still hanging out with people you’d been so intimate with in the past as it had been a very rare experience for her.

Fortunately, Karina was a bit of an ally in at least filling in the gaps as to who was or wasn’t an ex. Kerry didn’t want to come off as jealous or obsessive, so asking Keanu was a no-no, at least at first. One day, Karina had come over to talk Christmas food and caught Kerry staring off into the distance.

“Hey, where have you gone?” Karina asked her.

Wha …? oh sorry, nowhere, I’m right here”

“ oh no, not falling for THAT. What did he do?”

“Keanu? Nothing. Honest.”

“Kerry?”

“Honest he didn’t. It’s just, errm Autumn came over last night”

“Ughhh”

“What?”

“Nothing, she’s just not my favourite of his exes that still hangs around him”

“Oh so she IS an ex, I wasn’t sure and he didn’t say so”

“He wouldn’t, to him it’s ancient history - and it is. They properly dated in the 90s and then I’m pretty sure she was, you know…. A friend …..”

“With benefits?”

“Yeah, sometime in the 2000s but not in the past few years. Was she civil to you?”

“Yeah yeah, she was just quite, erm touchy with him and sort of “

“Possessive?”

“Not exactly, but she made sure to mention things from way back several times as if to remind me and him that I’m the new kid. I mean maybe I was being over-sensitive, it was weird”

“Naah, that’s her thing. She didn’t manage to clinch him and that still riles her so she hangs in there with the “trusty oldest friend” card.

“Yeah but she’s not his oldest friend right? Brenda is from school and that lovely lady Clare is from before her time right?”

“Right, I mean Autumn is from way back but she’s not the unique one she likes to think.”

Mostly, the exes were subtle in their comments or behaviour but China Chow came close to making Kerry spit her drink out at a Christmas party when she was a bit drunk. She was saying how happy she was to see Keanu happy.

“And you my friend are a lucky girl, he’s good between the sheets too huh?, hic!”

The following morning Keanu and Kerry were lying in bed with a coffee, nursing hangovers and doing a party post-mortem.

“Oh my God, China was drunk wasn’t she?!” Keanu snorted.

“I’ll say!” She replied rolling her eyes

“What?”

“Have you had sex with all of your female friends?!” She asked pointedly.

“Oh my god, what did she say?”

“Oh, how happy she is for you …..”

“Mmmmm, so?”

“And how lucky I am….and how good you are between the sheets”

It was Keanu’s turn to almost spit out his coffee.

“That must have been awkward.!”

“Well would have been worse if we weren’t both at least a little drunk”

“Do you mind?” “That I have a past?” he clarified when she looked questioningly at him.

“No, I just, I never had an ex who I still hung out with after we split so it’s a little weird for me. And they’re all so, you know, LA glamorous.”

“Come ‘ere.” He said pulling her close after seeing the uncertainty in her eyes.

“It’s you I love, you I want to wake up with every morning and hold in my arms each night. And they're so called glamour is no match for your beauty. And, it’s like, over 10 years ago that I was with any of the friends I still see, sexually. Kerry, I promise. Are we ok?”

“yeah, we’re good” she reassured.

And they were. Christmas was around the corner and Kerry enjoyed shopping for gifts, getting a tree and decorating the house. They placed the bird decoration for Ava on the tree and he gave her two angels to hang for her babies and a Celtic fertility symbol in hope of a future as parents. They spent Xmas Day with his mother and Karina and Keanu went on his usual Boxing Day bike ride with old friends while Kerry went to the cinema with Karina.

On 29th they headed back to the UK, where they spent New year with her sister and family and 10 days having catch-ups with friends in London and Cornwall.

By mid-January, they were back in LA and finally, it felt like there would be a period of being more settled. They socialised but there were no more big introductions to make and Kerry planned to crack on with her novel.

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Kerensa

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Return to London

Keanu and Cheryl sat in the first-class departure lounge with a pot of coffee and some pastries beside them.

“You’re doing what?” she gasped

“The Griefcast – it’s a podcast about death.

“Yes I’ve heard of it, the host contacted me last time we were in the UK, wondering if you’d do it and I didn’t even bother telling you because I KNEW you wouldn’t want to ……..”

“Yeah well, things change”

“Come on Keanu, you’ve barely mentioned a word to a soul about your grief, let alone talking in a public forum!”

“Like I said, things change, Kerry, she said it would do me good”

“Oh, I should have known she’d have something to do with this!”

“What do you mean, you don’t even know her!”

“Well I feel like I do from the amount you’ve babbled on about her!” she snorted.

“Whatever!”

They’d known each other for years and Cheryl was very motherly and protective of Keanu. She worried that this new woman wasn’t going to be good for him or his reputation. This kind of back and forth between them was pretty par for the course!

“So do you want me there? For The Griefcast record?”

“Nope, I’ll be fine thanks, I’ve already chatted with Cariad – you can listen to the edit though and we can discuss any issues then.”

“OK – and then we have the Premiere, Graham Norton, Jonathan Ross, The One Show and then we go back on Saturday”

“You do – I’ve changed mine to an open-ended return”

“Let me guess, you’re going to see this Kerry woman!”

“Yup, so I can tell her how I feel and stop bothering you all about it!”

“Well good, I hope it works out …… “

Keanu looked at her pointedly

“No really I do, I can see you’re smitten and, well, you deserve to be happy. It’s been too long”

“Agreed!”

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KERENSA

So I finally got inspired to write something new with a Cornish theme. I holidayed there as a child so it has warm memories. Hope you like it. Feedback please and I’ll share some more soon. I have 10 chapters drafted so far. Chapter 1 - A Place to Write Keanu shivered as he looked out over the set on the beach. He’d been in Cornwall for over 2 chilly months already but, thankfully, the shoot was in its last 2 weeks and signs of Spring were showing themselves now March was here.  The cast and crew were staying at the hotel in Sennen Cove, a few miles away from their location and he’d noticed on the daily drives down to set that there were now wildflowers in the hedgerows starting to peep out.  And there were fewer days when the sea mists would roll in stopping you from seeing much beyond Sennen harbour.  With filming nearly over, Keanu’s thoughts had turned to the script he was working on, his first, and he decided to find out about staying on for a while to focus on progressing it.

He thought the wild, remote location would be good inspiration, but he’d want a more private space ideally than the hotel.  He knew he was being a little idealistic, thinking of himself as a writer in their garret but still, why not? he argued - a return to LA could wait a while. One evening in the hotel bar, he asked the barman John if he knew of any local accommodation.  John said he thought Kerry’s cottage might be free since it was off-season still. “You know Kerry, right?” “Not sure” “Sure you do.  She waits tables in the restaurant a couple of nights a week and the occasional breakfast too. Sometimes works behind the bar?  Tall, long blonde hair. Pretty" Keanu laughed, blushing slightly. “Oh her, yes, yes I do.  She’s always out and about in the village or on the beach walking her dog” “That’s the one! She might be in tonight. I can check and get her to come through when service is over if you like” “Sure thanks, that would be great” Sipping on his bourbon, looking out at the sea through the hotel window, Keanu thought about Kerry.  Whilst he hadn’t registered her name before now, she’d made a positive impression when he’d encountered her waiting tables or as a bartender, being warm but not gushing or overexcited by his or any of the other cast members’ celebrity status. As John had said, she was quite tall, around 5,8 and had long, blonde hair with the odd wisp of grey. He guessed she was around 40 but couldn’t be sure.  She was slim but by no means Hollywood slim and had great breasts.  Now that he HAD noticed, those being his favourite part of a woman.  And that is also what had first come to mind when John described her.  It was those lascivious thoughts that had made the colour rise in his cheeks, disguised slightly by his beard! “Mr Reeves?” A voice jolted him out of his reflections.  It was Kerry, come through after her shift. He cleared his float shifting in his seat, slightly caught off guard by the sight of her just after he’d been remembering her attributes!  He looked up and smiled, standing up and sticking out his hand. “Call me Keanu, no need for formality.  Uh, thanks for seeing me Kerry” She drew up a chair and they sat. “Can I get you a drink?” “Sure, perhaps John will do me a hot chocolate?” Keanu looked over and caught John’s eye and he came and took their order. “So, John tells me you’re looking for somewhere to stay?” “Yes, I have some writing I’m working on and I thought this would be a good place to do it.  And it’s grown on me, especially now the sun’s out a tad more often” he joked. Kerry chuckled “Yeah it can be kind of bleak in winter but the springs here are glorious, before the crowds come. And even then it still has its charms - and the summer is our livelihood these days so I mustn’t complain about the tourists!” “Right, so you have a cottage?” “Yes, just a short walk up the hill on Maria’s Lane. I have a house and the cottage is next door.  It’s free until June right now.  Bookings have been slower this year now people can travel abroad more easily after Covid. “Can I come take a look?” “Sure and I have pictures here on my phone” She dug her phone out of her bag and swiped until she found the pics, handing him her phone. “And obviously come and see in person too if it looks like it would suit” “It looks great” he offered as he swiped through the pictures.  The cottage was rustic but well equipped and seemed to have all he’d need appliance wise and she told him there was good WiFi for connecting with work colleagues. “Can I come over to view at the weekend? The shoot's nearly over but that means long, long days this week.” They agreed on a visit and she sent him a link to the holiday let listing site so he could look at all the particulars in his own time. Once he’d seen it, he knew it fit the bill and he booked it til the end of April, asking her also to let him know if she got any enquiries for May so he’d have the option to extend rather than lose out on staying on if he wanted to.  They also agreed on some extras, namely some occasional grocery

shopping, the house cleaning and laundry services

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Warnings: Explicit content.

Chapter 8

Discovery

“Keanu!”

He didn’t say anything, just looked from the fridge to her, his eyes wide, a stunned expression on his face. Her eyes tracked to the place he was focussed on, on the fridge door. They had bought a fridge magnet from Tresco Abbey on their visit the previous year and, tucked under it, was the 8-week scan picture.

She approached him slowly, wondering about his reaction. Was he angry that she’d kept this a secret? Was he happy?

“Keanu,” she said again when she was standing right in front of him, “Keanu sweetheart, we’re going to have a baby. That’s your baby there a few weeks ago, at 8 weeks. I’m 11 weeks now and I’m sorr”

She couldn’t even get the word “sorry” out before he was giving her a smacker of a kiss and hugging her close.

“We did it? We really did it, back in LA before I left?”

She nodded, tears flowing down her cheeks now, seeing from his broad smile and excited exclamation that he was truly happy.

“Uh-huh, I only found out when I got here. But I didn’t want to worry you when you were so far away. I wanted to tell you face to face.”

“I think I need a sit-down,” he said “then you can update me on everything”

She chuckled.

“Come on, let’s go sit out on the swing seat. That’s our place for big chats right?”

“Right” he grinned.

They sat swinging in the sunshine and she updated him on her health, the due date, her worries, and the advice of the consultant.

“You used the medical cover right?”

“Yes, thank you” she squeezed his hand, “I really appreciated that. Meant I could see a good specialist quickly. And the next scan is in 2 days, back in London. If that all goes well, we can make arrangements to fly back”

“And it’s safe right?”

“Yes - to be honest, it was probably safe already but she just advised that I not do anything that I could later blame myself for if I lost the baby in the early weeks. She recommended calm and rest so that’s what I’ve been doing. He hugged her to him again.

“I’m so relieved, I was worried when you didn’t come back that there was something wrong, that you’d decided we weren’t enough, that you preferred it here, alone to being in LA with me. I know it wasn’t your favourite place and I was being difficult before……”

“I was worried too”

“Why?”

She took a deep breath.

“Can I ask you something? About your past?”

“Sure ….why?” he looked curiously at her wondering what on earth from his past had worried her.

“When you had a girlfriend before, and you had to go on location, would you be, errr faithful or did you, you know fool around?”

“I would never” he started to protest

“No hear me out, would you say to your girlfriends that you couldn’t promise to stay faithful when you were away?”

“Oh, well, yeah that’s true, back in the day, I found monogamy hard. But that’s because the girlfriends I had back then, they were never…… it was never real enough you know, there was never anyone who I loved like I love you”

“Is that how it was, with Autumn?”

“Yeah, yes, it was.” He paused as a thought occurred to him “Did she say something to you?”

Kerry nodded, swallowing hard at the memory.

“What? What did she say?”

“She …” Kerry took another breath, “she asked how I was coping with your whole ‘what happens on location, stays on location’ thing and, she said” Kerry couldn’t finish.

“What?”

“She said a leopard never changes its spots”

“Man, she is a piece of work!”

“mmmm” was all Kerry could say.

“is that why you came back here?”

“Yeah a bit, it just messed with my mind and I was obviously a hormonal mess without realising it as well. I was impressionable you know?”

“I’m so sorry she said that, that’s low and, I dunno, I thought she was over it and she was my friend ……. Clearly not”

“I’m sorry hun”

“Yeah, me too – and I promise you, those days are over. I am faithful, happy with monogamy now. I would never do anything to hurt you, especially not that, OK?”

“Ok”

Their updates completed, Keanu found himself yawning, still suffering from jet lag, so he took a nap while Kerry went in search of something for dinner from the deli. Keanu found her baking a quiche when he returned to the kitchen. He stood and watched her for a moment before she noticed him

“You really are glowing you know. When I got here and found you sleeping, I could see it but I just thought it was the sea air, but you look ….radiant, so very beautiful” Kerry smiled

“Thank you ….You’re lucky you missed the vomiting weeks, not so beautiful then!” she said as she popped the quiche in the oven.

“Come 'ere I’ll make it up to you. I would have held your hair back and rubbed your back if I’d been there.”

“I know hun”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a little peck on the lips.

“But you feel good now?”

“Yeah, yes. Still scared, but well.”

“I don’t think being scared is ever going to leave us is it?”

“Not unless they’ve invented a portable ultrasound that you can have strapped on permanently, no.”

“It’ll be ok, I’ll keep you safe, I promise”

“After dinner and a quick night-time walk with Scout, they headed up for an early night.

In the bedroom Kerry started to undress when Keanu stopped her.

“Let me”

“I can’t, we can’t” she started, thinking that he wanted to undress her as a preamble to sex.

“No no I know, that can wait. I just want to see you. Then I’m going to take a quick shower, I still feel grubby from traveling.”

He took over undoing the buttons of her grandad-style shirt, taking it off and placing it on the chair in the corner of her room. Then he untied the bow on her wrap skirt and unwound the layers so she could step out. He reached out and felt her slightly rounded belly.

“Ooh it’s firmer “

“Yeah I just noticed that too. They call it thickening, it’s the walls of the uterus changing.”

“Amazing, so wonderful” he marveled leaning in to kiss her.

Then he reached round to undo her bra sliding the straps off and pulling it away to reveal her heavier breasts, areola darkening already.

“Do they hurt?” he asked, reaching out to touch them but not wanting to hurt her.

“Just a little tender”

He cupped one in each hand and moaned.

“Wow, they were already gorgeous but now!”

She giggled

“I thought you’d like that aspect!”

He grinned then kissed her before turning away to undress for his shower.

“Shall I join you?”

“Sure, I’d like that”

“We can do that thing you like me doing, no need for you to go without!”

He grinned and rushed to take off the rest of his clothes and get the shower running. Kerry had had a large shower installed when she bought the house and did a few renovations to it, so there was room for two. As the steam billowed up, she lathered a shower puff and rubbed it over his firm chest and down to his groin cupping his balls with her other hand.

He steadied himself with one arm pushed against the tiles and the other around her waist. His eyes closed as the pleasure coursed through his veins.

His cock was already standing to attention and Kerry dropped the shower puff and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She gripped it at the top, then she slowly pulled the foreskin down to reveal the head as she kissed him passionately, starting to Jack him slowly. With the fingers of her other hand, she softly rubbed the area under his balls making him groan deep in his throat.

“God I missed you!”

“Just for my hand jobs ?” she giggled

“No, but yeah you’re so good ….. the way you touch me ….. aghhh” he moaned again as she increased the pace and kissed him again.

Kerry loved the control she had over him and the pleasure she gave him when she did this. As she increased the pace again and gripped just a little tighter, she could feel him stiffen as he got close. Their lips parted as he came.

“Fuuuck” he shouted as his cum sprayed out over her hand.

He pulled her to him, laying his head on her shoulder and breathing hard.

“Thank you, woah, that was a whole lot of sexual tension you just relieved there! You sure you don’t want anything?” he asked after his hand wandered to her folds which were wet.

She declined, feeling strange even about the exertion and possible impact cumming could have.

“I know I’m being superstitious but let’s just wait till after the scan”

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Chapter 10

New Beginnings

The new home in Monterey was a haven for them in many ways but as Kerry entered her 19th week, Keanu’s mood seemed to slump and he began having regular nightmares.

He’d wake up, dripping in sweat and wild-eyed, trying not to disturb Kerry. Sometimes it was a memory of Ava, others it was Kerry experiencing the stillbirth or he’d be plagued by horrific scenes of Kerry screaming covered in blood. He didn’t share what was going on, not wanting to scare her, but one night, he flailed about so much that she woke and had to shake him awake to stop it.

After fetching him a herbal tea for his frayed nerves, she addressed the issue.

“Keanu, I know there’s something you’re not telling me. It’s like when I didn’t come to Florida, you bottled up whatever was bothering you and I couldn’t reach you but you can tell me anything. If you’re scared about the baby, about losing them, please don’t think that I’m not, don’t think you can’t share that”

He drew in a sharp breath and she knew she’d landed on the truth

“But”

“But nothing, I’m here and I’m scared too. Every day I feel that fear and I give myself a stern talking to at the start of the day but it never fully goes away. We should share our fears, or we can talk to someone, a counselor - remember the midwife said that was available when we first registered with them. Or you said you saw a therapist a while back, would that be better? Someone you already have a relationship with? And come with me tomorrow to see the midwife, you can hear the heartbeat, that always makes me feel better”

He hugged her close.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I just didn’t want to burden you with my demons”

“A problem shared….” She offered

“Is a problem halved” he replied.

“Exactly” she said giving him a gentle kiss.

Keanu couldn’t quite shake the nightmares, but things did get easier from then on. They would joke about tag-teaming on being O for optimistic versus SS for shit scared trying to not both hit SS mode at the same time.

And as they hit new milestones like the 20-week scan and feeling the baby move, at last they had regular reassurances that all was well. There were some panicky moments, first with Kerry developing anemia which caused her to faint a couple of times before they figured out the cause. Fortunately, she’d just fallen onto the bed and the sofa so there was no harm done. The second panic, however, was rather more serious.

Kerry was 37 weeks along, feeling like a beached whale but still managing to walk Scout each day. Their home had stone steps leading down to the shore and on this day, she’d set off alone with Scout. Keanu had forgotten his shades and had popped back inside to fetch them.

What he found as he made his way down the steps to join her was Kerry sitting on one of the steps in tears, grazes on her knee and elbow, and a very sore behind and wrist.

“Shit shit shit, what happened?”

“lost my balance” she sniffed “and went down like a sack of spuds, but I didn’t fall on bump, put my hand out, owww”

Keanu had to go into calm mode, swallowing down his rising panic and do his utmost to reassure her.

“Can you stand? Let’s get you up and over to the ER, get you checked out”

He helped her to stand, trying to avoid bashing the sore wrist which he feared could be broken, and slowly they got back up to the house with Scout whining his concern all the way there.

Having got her a drink, he quickly found the hospital bag and got her settled in the car before setting off, repressing the instinct to drive as fast as possible. He had precious cargo on board.

When Kerry was examined, they found that the fall had indeed started things off and she was already 3 cm dilated.

“No turning back now” he said smiling, still trying to be the calm one.

Kerry had a heart monitor strapped around her belly at this point and they could hear the rapid but steady beat of the baby’s heart.

She took his face in her hands and kissed him, feeling a great sense of calm come over her, enough for the both of them.

“Keanu, it’s going to be OK, do you hear that? That’s our baby and they are coming, don’t worry. They are coming.”

Her head fell back on the pillow then as a contraction hit. He held her hand feeling both the power of new life battling to be set free and her power in helping it come to fruition. That’s when he let all the fear go, all the awful images and memories of his nightmares floated away and finally, he was in the moment, helping his son come into the world.

It would be 6 long hours of sweat, screams and pain but baby Jago Alexander Reeves came into the world, screaming bloody murder to the delight of his parents and the staff looking after them. It was a tad earlier than expected but there had been no harm done from Kerry’s tumble and luckily her wrist was just sprained, not broken. She’d need some help with feeding at first, but Dad was on hand to do whatever was required.

They were home 2 days later and despite their mature years, still felt that same sense of shock that all parents feel, that the medics had actually let them come home to be in sole charge of this tiny infant. They plonked him in his car seat on the floor and sat beside him on the sofa, just staring down at him, in awe of his tiny fingers and fingernails, tiny everything.

Kerry’s phone pinged and she saw there was a notification of a new Griefcast episode. She had sent Cariad a picture of Jago the day before and decided to hit play on instinct. They both listened as the podcast began.

“Hey Griefsters, hope you’re having an OK week, I know it can be a tough time with dark nights and Christmas around the corner. Before we get to this week’s guest, I just wanted to share a truly lovely, uplifting story that just filled me with joy yesterday. You may remember that I interviewed Keanu Reeves, about a year ago now about the death of his daughter many years ago when she was stillborn. Well, Keanu met a lady last year and she, clever woman, introduced him to this little show and persuaded him to come on. Well turns out, he fell in love with her and now they’re together and 2 days ago they had the most beautiful baby boy, Jago. So I just wanted to say a big congratulations to the three of them and wish them all the happiness in the world with their new family.”

Kerry looked over at Keanu, tears in her eyes, only to see Keanu had given up the battle. He pulled her close and held her in his arm until Jago stirred and their parenting journey truly began.

THE END

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Ile de Re

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coming home

Summary: John had been gone for two months when a pregnancy test you took turned out positive.

Pairing: John Wick x F!reader

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: a touch of angst, fluff, smut, unplanned pregnancy 

A/N: Some John Wick loving for everyone who misses him as much as I do. come back John 🥺 

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John had been gone for more than two months. He didn’t tell you exactly where he was going and what he was doing, but then again, when did he ever before?

You were used to it. He didn’t want to tell you more than you had to know when he took a job.

“If I do this I never have to leave again,” he had whispered against your forehead. He thought you were asleep, but you weren’t. You just couldn’t say goodbye to him again. You never could.

You had known John for almost eight years. You had worked at the local store driving grocery deliveries to earn some extra money while you were studying to get your degree.

You had delivered to his place every week.

It took almost five years for him to ask you out.

Over the last three years, more and more of your stuff made its way into his home. You still rented your apartment in the city, but you only went there to check if everything was alright. John hadn’t asked you to move in. He didn’t tell you that he loved you. It was like something was holding him back. He was a man of few words, but you could read how he felt about you in his actions. He always made sure that your favorite tea was stocked in the kitchen because you didn’t drink coffee. He always lowered the showerhead after he showered because he knew you couldn’t reach it. He always checked in with you when he had to go away.

But he didn’t this time.

John had been gone for two months and you had never told him that you loved him. And you didn’t know when you would see him again.

Another week went by. It was midnight, officially John’s birthday. You had been on edge the whole day. You never had the talk about a future. Because John didn’t plan a future when he didn’t know if he would be alive to live it. But John had to be there. You needed him and much more important the child growing inside of you needed a father.

It was a shock to you. You had been feeling more exhausted lately but you thought it was just the thought of losing John. A friend of yours had joked that maybe your hot boyfriend had finally knocked you up. You had gone to the next pharmacy to get a pregnancy test which turned out positive. Now here you were, looking at the sonogram of your child that you got just this morning.

Were you ready for a child? No. Could you raise a child on your own if John didn’t… You closed your eyes, shaking your head. He had to come home. He just had to.

“Happy birthday John,” you whispered into the silence of this big house before you got upstairs to take a shower and go to bed.

It was still dark when a noise woke you up. Blinking your eyes open you tried to make out what it was. Running water. Your heartbeat quickened. It wasn’t the shower next to the bedroom, it was the shower in the basement. The one only John used when he got back from work. Carefully you got out of bed, pulling at the shirt, his shirt, you had been wearing to sleep. Remembering that you left the sonogram on the kitchen island next to the cake you had baked for his birthday, you ran downstairs, finding everything as you left it. Breathing a sigh of relief you didn’t hear that the shower stopped as you looked at the sonogram again. Would he be happy? Would he want to stay? Overwhelmed with your feelings, of having him home you began to tear up. That’s something that happened more often lately. Damn these hormones.

“Are you crying?” his voice startled you and you only began to cry harder as you turned around and found John walking towards you, wearing only some sweatpants and a white shirt, his hair still damp from the shower.

“John…” you whimpered with a smile, feeling silly but he didn’t care. He pulled you in his arms, his lips kissing your hair and for the first time in a while, you felt like you could breathe again. You inhaled his scent, crying into his shirt while he held you and mumbled soothing words. You didn’t know how long you stood there in his arms, your fingers digging into his back as if to make sure that he was indeed back here in your arms.

“I’m sorry I went away for so long. And I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch with you, but…” he sighed. Finally, you looked at him, smiling when you looked into the eyes you loved so much.

“That’s it. I’ll never have to leave again. I’m done. I…” you didn’t let him finish as you got on your tiptoes while one of your hands in his neck pulled him down to crash your lips against his.

“I love you. I’ve been in love with you for the last three years but I was too scared to tell you. And all I could think about was that maybe I’ll never get the chance to say these words to you. I love you, John,” you whispered. He only kissed you again, both of his hands framing your face.

“I love you too. I want everything with you. Move in with me. Officially. I want you here, I… I love you so much,” you silenced him by kissing him again, a big smile on your face. He moaned against your lips as you licked into his mouth.

“I missed you so much…” he whispered, his lips leaving your mouth to kiss down your jaw and you giggled.

“Missed you too. Your shirt stopped smelling like you…” you sighed, your hands in his hair, as he sucked on your neck.

“John…” you had to tell him. You shrieked when he picked you up, sitting you down on the kitchen island. You pushed a little against his chest, making him look at you. You loved this man. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man.

“John, I’m pregnant,” you said. He just looked at you, his lips flushed from kissing you.

“I know we haven’t talked about any of this, but… I’m pregnant. And I want this. I want to start a family. With you,” you sucked your bottom lip in. He didn’t say anything but you felt one of his hands coming down on your stomach, warmth spreading through you.

The biggest smile came to his face before he leaned in and kissed you softly.

“This… God baby. I’m so happy,” he said and you could see the tears in his eyes.

“So it’s okay I didn’t get you anything else for your birthday?” you joked and he laughed. A laugh that you wanted to hear more often.

“It’s okay. You’re more than enough. You and…”

“I call them grape. Because that’s how big our little grape is,” you offered.

He kissed you again and picked you up, his lips not leaving yours as he walked towards the stairs. You held on to him, your arms crossed behind his back until he lay you down on the bed. He took his shirt off and you couldn’t help but frown as you looked at the already fading bruised on his chest. Pushing yourself up your carefully run over them with your fingers, before you got on your knees and kissed them softly. Kissing up his chest you ended with your lips on his as he slowly leaned down until he was on top of you, his hand slowly pushing the shirt you were wearing up.

“Missed you so much... “ he whispered, his other hand in your hair.

“Been thinking about you the whole time, thinking about touching you…” his lips left yours as he slowly slid down your body. He kissed your stomach looking up at you and you smiled. His lips kissed up your body, his hands pushing your shirt up until you took it off. John’s lip closed around one of your nipples, sucking until you arched your back, a little whimper escaping your mouth.

“John please…” you cried.

“What do you want baby?” he asked, kissing your breast sucking on your other nipple.

“I want you inside me. Been waiting for you…” you closed your eyes. He didn’t stop sucking as one of his hands wandered up your thigh, his palm rubbing over your pussy. Your panties were soaked.

“So wet for me already….” he groaned.

“Just fuck me John…” you didn’t care how needy you sounded, you just wanted to feel him. He kissed your lips before he pushed himself up, getting out of his pants. His cock was hard and already leaking with precum. He pulled your panties down your legs before he lay down on top of you, his arms coming around you.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you as he slowly pushed inside. You moaned against his lips, your fingers digging into the skin of his back as you crossed your legs around his hips. You both let out a content sigh when he was fully inside. It burned a little, but you didn’t care you just wanted to feel him. Slowly he began to move, bottoming out almost completely before he slowly pushed back in. It was pure agony, pure perfect agony. Your hands ran down his back, landing on his ass and you pushed him down. He seemed to get the message and thrust faster.

“Never gonna leave you again…” he kissed your forehead. You moaned, tilting your head up to kiss his lips.

“John... I need…” you could already feel the pressure building. His hand underneath you wandered down, pulling your hips up. The changed angle made his cock find that perfect spot inside of you.

“Fuck, just like that…” one of your hands wandered up his back, grabbing into his hair. He looked down at you, watching you as you fell apart. You felt your whole body shake with the intensity of your orgasm, yet you remained your eyes open, looking at him, his name on your lips in a silent cry.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, kissing you deeply as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Come inside me John,” you whispered and he groaned.

“Shit…” he cursed and it wasn’t long before you felt him twitch inside of you, filling you up. You were both shaking, a thin layer of sweat over your bodies. He kissed you again and you let him, not wanting ever to stop.

“Marry me,” he whispered and you couldn’t help but laugh, your arms now both crossing behind his back.

“You’re asking me to marry you while you’re still inside of me?”

“I mean I can get downstairs and get the ring…” he made an attempt on climbing off of you but you didn’t let him, enjoying the feeling of him inside of you.

“You got a ring?” you asked, playing with his hair.

“I’ve had it for almost two years…” he said and you could see that he was waiting for your answer. You felt yourself tear up again, a big smile spreading on your lips.

“Of course I’ll marry you.”

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Pairing: Jack Traven x OFC

Warnings: fluff

Christmas wasn’t Jack’s favorite time of the year. It was a busy time for him, his team, now that he had been promoted to be captain. Humanity seemed to get more reckless the closer it came to the Christmas days and Jack sometimes spent 14 hours at the station just to get through the paperwork he had.

“Hi Captain,” he was standing at the little coffee shop across the station like every morning. His usual order of a plain black coffee was already waiting for him while he tried to decide which muffin he wanted today to make his day at least a little better.

“Good morning Lisa,” he smiled at the woman on the other side of the counter who always seemed to have a smile for him. He wondered if her good mood was part of her work ethic or if she was just a happy person. Jack secretly was looking forward to the days he knew she was working early.

“Do you have any allergies?” she asked and Jack looked up from the Muffins into her green eyes who held some kind of mischief.

“Peanuts,” he said and she nodded.

“Good.”

“Why?”

“I might have added a flavour to your coffee this morning.”

“And what kind?”

“Not peanuts,” she winked and Jack chuckled and nodded.

“I’ll take a cream cheese bagel today,” he said and Lisa got to work immediately.

Jack chose this moment to grab his coffee and taste it. It was… different. It tasted like christmas. Like those cookies his mother used to make when he was little…

He frowned, trying to name the flavour.

“There you go,” Lisa said, the bagel in a little bag as she pushed it towards him.

He paid, tipping generously as always, and grabbed the bag, still trying to name the flavor. They were alone in the shop and just before Jack opened the door to leave he turned around.

“What do I get if I guess it right?” he asked and Lisa smiled, her eyes flickering above his head and he looked up, seeing the mistletoe. He chuckled, shaking his head to himself and left the coffee shop.

It was cinnamon. The coffee had a cinnamon flavour.

Did he spend way too much time thinking about it? Yes totally. He might have even neglected the paperwork this morning. He looked at the paper cup where she had written his name and a smiley face next to it.

His eyes flickered to the clock on his desk. Almost lunch time. If he was lucky she would still be there. Grabbing his keys and wallet he got up and made his way over the street. As he was about to step in the door opened and Lisa stopped in the door as she saw him.

“It’s cinnamon,” he said and she grinned, nodding her head. She sucked her bottom lip in as he stepped closer.

“You wanna have your reward?” she asked and Jack nodded. She breathed in deeply, feeling nervous. She had spent weeks fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss Jack Traven. All the flirting seemingly getting nowhere. But here she was, standing in front of him, while he took a step closer, one of his hands on her cheek. And before she could question herself he closed the distance, his lips coming down on hers and it was better than everything she had imagined.

“You taste like cinnamon too,” Jack whispered against her lips, before he kissed her again.

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