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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Fic: Maple Syrup (Keanu x F!Reader)

Summary: Strangely enough, Keanu might be the one Canadian you know who doesn’t like maple syrup, but you are working on changing that.

Pairing: Keanu x F!Reader

Author’s notes: I blame this one on @ficsnroses and @meetmeinthematinee my two favorite Canadians put the thought in my head now it’s here. Feedback is always welcomed.

Wordcount: 1728

Warnings: smut (kitchen sex; inappropriate uses of maple syrup, but don’t worry, it’s not going there).

It was Sunday and all you wanted was to cuddle in bed all morning with Keanu since he just got back from San Francisco and would be leaving for Berlin soon. However, as your mind slowly crawled into wakefulness and you turned towards his side of the bed, you realized it was empty and cold. Even his smell on the sheets was already fading again since he only spent one night on it.

You figured he would be back soon enough and for a while, you deliberated about getting up, the exhaustion from a long week making the nest of blankets surrounding you so inviting. However, the pang of hunger in your stomach suggested it was time to get up. You and Keanu had skipped dinner altogether last night in your desperation of sating a little of the longing that had grown in the time you two spent apart.

Hunger won over exhaustion and you finally got up from the bed, stretching and yawning, the ache between your legs sweet and making you smile, reminding you of the very pleasurable events from the night before.

You hated to spend so long away from Keanu, but you couldn’t deny how amazing the sex was whenever the two of you met again. Picking up one of Keanu’s old Arch t-shirt, you pulled it on, already making your way out of the room and down the stairs. You grinned as the smell of pancakes filled the air, making your stomach rumble and your mouth water. Keanu made the best chocolate chip pancakes and he knew it was one of your favorite dishes.

You paused in the hallway, enjoying the sight of Keanu in sweatpants, moving around the kitchen with a severe case of bed hair. He was shirtless but wearing the kitchen apron you gave him. There were a couple of smudges of flour in his shoulder and cheek and he looked so adorable you wanted to have your cellphone with you to register the scene. Before you could find it, he noticed you, his face opening into that gorgeous smile that always made your heart skip a beat.

“Morning beautiful,” he greeted, coming over to kiss you. “Sleep well?”

“Best night of sleep in weeks,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his torso and just enjoying his body heat. The man was a furnace.

“Cold?” He asked pressing a kiss on top of your head and you just nodded in reply. “Maybe you should put some pants on?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone and you shook your head, tilting your face up to look at him with a pout.

“Don’t wanna,” you mumbled feeling the way his chest vibrate as he laughed. “Coffee?”

“Sit down and I bring it over,” he said, and you obeyed.

A moment later there was a mug of steaming coffee in front of you along with a plate of pancakes and a bottle of maple syrup.

“Thanks, babe,” you grinned as he took a seat next to you, nursing his cup of coffee, but no plate. “You’re not eating?”

“I was hoping we could share,” Keanu said with a lopsided smile and you looked at him with mock horror, pulling the plate closer to you.

“Oh so, it’s sickness and health, richness and poverty, but not in breakfast, huh?” he joked, and you grinned with just the right amount of cheekiness.

“Exactly!” you declared as you all but drenched your pancakes in syrup, ignoring Keanu's little frown of distaste. You had no idea how he didn’t appreciate the wonders of maple syrup. Especially when he was Canadian. Shouldn’t it be in his DNA or something?

“I had all this trouble and you ruin my work like that,” he said nodding at the plate.

You just snorted, cutting off a bite and bringing the fork to your mouth, the bust of sweet flavor making you moan aloud and Keanu chuckled, shaking his head as he sipped his coffee but you could see the way he shifted on his seat just slightly. He loved when you were loud. You took another bite, making sure to moan again, this time even louder, tilting your head back and letting your eyes flutter in ecstasy as you licked the fork from all traces of syrup.

“I know what you are doing,” Keanu said, giving you a smirk.

“I’m enjoying these lovely pancakes that my amazing husband made me,” you replied with an innocent look, before gathering some syrup from your plate with your finger and bringing you to your lips, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked your finger clean before pulling it out with an obscene pop.

“Jesus!” he hissed before he reached over, pulling you onto his lap and you could feel the hard edge of his cock against your center. “You’re a menace.”

“Am I?” you said with a smirk. “I was just having breakfast.”

“Of course, you were.”

Keanu pulled you closer for a dirty kiss and you could taste coffee and nicotine on his tongue. His hands roamed over your thighs, bunching your shirt up and exposing your wetness to the cool air of the kitchen.

“Because you’re such a good, well-behaved girl.”

You grinned and rocked your hips against his, making him grunt. Keanu reached over to the table and brought two of his fingers to your lips. They were glistening with the golden syrup and you took them in your mouth, sucking and moaning, swirling your tongue around it just to watch his eyes darkening in desire.

“More?” he asked as he pulled his fingers away.

You nodded, watching as he reached into the plate again, but this time, instead of pushing his slick fingers into your mouth, he just rubbed the syrup on your lips, before brushing the excess over the hollow of your throat. He bent down to lick it clean, making you arch and gasp as his hot tongue and lips teased your skin before they sought your mouth for a kiss.

“I thought you didn’t like maple,” you mumbled and Keanu smirked.

“It tastes way better against the salt of your skin,” he said, pressing butterfly kisses all over your neck, making you sigh and buckle on his lap. “But you know what tastes even better?”

Keanu reached between your legs with his clean fingers, rubbing your clit lightly before they dipped lower and between your folds. They glided easily through your juices and he pressed just the tip inside you before he pulled them back and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

Watching him tasting you never failed to send a wave of lust through your body and as soon as Keanu pulled his fingers away from his mouth, you were crashing yours against his, chasing your own flavor as it mixed with the sweetness of the syrup that still coated your tongue.

You rolled your hips against his again, needing some friction to ease the building tension inside you, but you knew the only thing that would really sate you was to feel Keanu inside you again. Your cunt pulsed just at the thought of it as you felt him twitching beneath your heat.

Fortunately, he shared your desperation, because Keanu pushed down his sweatpants only far enough to free himself and guided you with sure hands until you sunk on his cock, the two of you moaning together as he stretched you open. The burn wasn’t as intense as last night, but it was still there, showing you had spent way too long away from him.

You quickly discarded your shirt and held onto the back of his chair for leverage and, without really allow yourself time to adjust, you started bouncing on his cock on a fast pace, rolling your hips at every downstroke.

Keanu cupped your breasts, his rough thumbs rubbing and teasing your nipples, adding to the intense pleasure coursing through you.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered with a smile, his brown eyes shining with love and arousal as Keanu let you set the pace and take all control.

You sought his mouth with yours, bringing one of his hands to your cunt and he quickly took the hint, rubbing and swirling your clit instead as you sped up your movements, chasing the peek of your pleasure.

You whined against his lips, arching on his lap, the edge of the table digging against your back as you rode the waves of your orgasm, Keanu’s thumb never stopping on your clit, dragging out the feeling until the point of uncomfortable and you had to push his hand away, panting and gasping for breath.

“Ok?” he asked, pressing soft kissing all over your jaw.

You only nodded, completely blissed out, chest still heaving as he nudged you up on shaky legs, spinning you around so you were facing the table. This time, when Keanu slipped inside you again, the movement was easy and smooth, but you still had to take hold of the edge of the table at the sudden motion.

“Ready?” he asked, his lips on your ear, his voice as rough as his hands on your hips.

“Yeah.”

The word was barely out of your lips before Keanu was thrusting hard into you, making you rock against the table, the dishes rattling at the force of his movements, the table scrapping on the polished floor.

A part of your mind registered that you two were about to make a mess, but the thought was quickly pushed out as Keanu’s thrust gained speed. He set a fast pace that had you moaning, your legs shaking and your nerve-ends overwhelmed with pleasure until all the remained in your mind was the feel of him inside you, the knot in your stomach building and tightening until it snapped and you were coming again, squeezing and quivering around him until he spilled inside you, with a grunt, his face buried in your nape.

It took you a few moments to recover superior cognitive functions, still gasping and panting as you surveyed the mess of spilled coffee and syrup on the tablecloth, dripping on the floor in a yellowish-black trickle.

“You’re cleaning this up,” you said, glancing behind yourself at Keanu. He just chuckled breathlessly and nodded, kissing your bare shoulder.

“And then Griddle’s?” he asked making you grin.

“Exactly!”

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (Chapter Summary- The woes of family getaways and spontaneous vacations might be the key to finally bringing Y/n and Keanu together.) (A/n- The necklace mentioned, if anyone wants to see it.)

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Chapter 4

Los Angeles Family vacations. They were great, they brought siblings together, encouraged everyone out of their comfort zones and all in all, they could be pretty fun. But, they were also pretty hectic; there was always one person who was a bit despondent with the location, another who’d have to join everyone else a day later and finally, someone who was late despite promises for otherwise. That day, the one late person was Keanu, by no fault of his own.

Okay, maybe some of it was his fault.

For the first time in a long time, he had slept way past the sounding of his alarm clock, jumping awake just as his racy dream slipped though the cracks of his subconscious. After that, Keanu had hurriedly scrambled out of bed, skidding into the walk-in shower and having the fastest shower of his life. Their flight was at seven am- it was quarter to six. Between the length of the ride to the airport and the time he’d have to spend going through security, Keanu would either have hurry up or miss his flight entirely. Hopefully he could do the latter.

With his hair still dripping wet and his skin barely toweled off, he pulled on a comfortable pair of jeans, the closest t-shirt and threw on a coat over his untidy ensemble. As Keanu grabbed his bags from the corner of the closet, he, or at least, he tried to, put his shoes on, nearly falling over. Within fifteen minutes, he was collecting his keys and wallet, and thankfully, before he had gotten dressed, Keanu had taken a couples minutes to call a car.

Before his watch, which still hung by the band from his fingers could read 6:05 am, Keanu was locking the front door behind himself, activating the security system. The black SUV already sat patiently on the curb at the top of his driveway, the engine humming idly. When he got it, the driver wordlessly peeled away from the sidewalk, speeding up the street, eventually melding into the thin early morning traffic.

Greece When Y/n awoke, pressing up from the pillow, tangled in a thick duvet, it took a minute for her to register that she wasn’t at home, the persistent swaying of the boat a little confusing. Though, by the time she sat up, taking in the room, she quickly remembered her location.

The ultra modern, luxurious yacht, which had been on loan by her parents, had been anchored at an exclusive bay, bobbed gently in the water. Warmth filtered into the cabin from the large windows to her left and when Y/n quickly tapped a switch next to the headboard, a series of little bulbs embedded into the ceiling came on at their dimmest setting, the central light source; a sleek chandelier remaining off.

The familiarity of the room was barely there, but Y/n had stayed in it before; huge and impressive, though not quite as luxurious as the master bedroom that her parents usually stayed in. Hints of navy blue and pale hardwood fixings complimented bright white in a welcoming mix of contemporary design and homey comfort. The cabin was one of two nestled on the top deck, with the other guest cabins being located on the second.

The vessel was an unnecessarily large one, sporting eight bedrooms as well as a pool, a sizeable kitchen with a large living area and a dining room. And, though Y/n’s family rarely used, “The Heather“, affectionately named in honor of her mother, it was always staffed and ready for guests. The kitchen and bar was kept stocked and the facilities were kept running, presumably for impromptu vacations like the one Y/n was taking with her friends.

Shaking off the covers, Y/n pulled on her silk robe over her loose, matching nightgown and headed to the ensuite bathroom. It was significantly smaller than the bedroom but its décor not lacking with cream marble floors and walls.

Lazily, Y/n went through her morning routine before joining her friends on the main deck for breakfast on the poolside. Jillian was the first one to greet her, standing from the set table, pulling Y/n into a short hug, “Loving this,” she winked at Y/n’s outfit; a white, chic, strapless, crochet maxi dress paired with braided sandals.

“Thank you!” When they released each other, Y/n reached for the French press and a delicate looking ceramic cup to pour herself a cup of coffee when Catharine quickly hurried over, switching out the empty tea cup for a mimosa with an orange slice wedged to the rim, “Isn’t it too early?”

“It’s eleven am,” Catharine argued, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear as she sipped her own drink, grey eyes hidden behind dark designer sunglasses, “And we’re on vacation.”

“And it’s like.....one am at home,” Mathew interjected from his seat at the table, “So really its.....”

“Still early,” Tracy rolled her eyes. There were seven of them, and she was the only one drinking coffee, but considering the fact that there was a bottle of whiskey hidden in the cluster of food and dishes laid out, it was probably spiked, “I didn’t realize you were still a dumbass Matt,” she joked dryly, taking a long sip of her coffee.

Mathew scoffed, stuttering uncomfortably; searching for a comeback, only managing, “Didn't realize that you were still a bitch Trace,” he frowned and she just snickered.

“I’ve always been a bitch,” she smirked.

“Okay,” Jillian turned to Y/n setting down her slice if toast and taking Y/n’s fork from her hand, “While these two get sexy with the foreplay,” she teased sarcastically, receiving jeers of objection from them both, “We should go see the town.”

“Oh, I’ll go too,” Amanda agreed, excitedly followed by Catherine.

“Sounds fun!” Y/n determined.

It was his first actual day on vacation in Greece, Keanu and his family, despite being barely in time for the flight, had landed just as the sun had set on the previous day. They had slept in late, but the next morning, after breakfast at the hotel, he and his sister had decided to go into the small near by city to look around, though, they had ended up parting ways when she stopped at small boutique, informing him that they could meet back at the hotel

Keanu was strolling through a flea market that had dominated a side street, with booths selling everything from fun clothing items to handmade arts and crafts. The aroma of spices from inviting dishes wafted up and down the mile long street, tickling his senses. Surrounding vendors called out persuasively to potential patrons and sometimes Keanu would stop at an interesting booth, standing under the homemade tents as he picked out little trinkets.

His eyes scanned the his surroundings, really only looking for possible buys, when he caught a glimpse of someone seemingly familiar. She looked ethereal in a white dress that went down to her ankles. Parts of her legs, the ones he had dreamt of touching, kissing, were visible through spaces between the delicate crocheted pattern. Her hair flowed in soft waves, stopping at her shoulders, highlights more noticeable in the sun. A pair of large sunglasses shrouded her identity, but Keanu thought he could recognize the confidence in her gait anywhere, because even if he had only seen it in person once, it had haunted his dreams every night since then.

At the sight of Y/n, Keanu stood frozen in his place in front of a booth that sold hand-woven baskets, debating his options. Should he call out to her? Approach Y/n and her friends or just pretend that a golden opportunity to speak to the woman who had dominated his sub-conscious for two months was something he could ignore?

Though he went to and fro with his options, Keanu didn’t really have a lot of time to think on the matter, make a hurried decision of even hide like a coward, for, the minute Y/n spotted him in the crowd, she whispered something to the ladies that had accompanied her and then they made their way over to him.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been staring.

“Keanu?” Y/n called as she and her friends drew nearer.

“Y/n,” he smiled despite himself. As she approached, Y/n pushed the sunglasses up a top her head, offering him a bright smile. Much to his surprise, she pulled him into a one armed hug, the other staying at her side, holding her handbag, “I haven’t seen you since-”

“The party, yeah,” she said, her hand lingering on his forearm as they broke. Their stance resembled that of old friends, and Keanu wondered if she’d still greet him with the same friendliness if she knew what crude actions followed the thought of her when he was in private. “What brings you to Greece?” She inquired politely, “Business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure,” and when he said it, her brows raised knowingly, her smile suggestive. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Keanu shook his head, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans, “Family vacation,” Y/n’s mouth morphed into an unsounded ‘oh’ and he nodded. “What about you?”

“Same, I guess. We’re having sort of a spontaneous getaway,” for a couple minutes, they just stood there; he didn’t know what to say and Y/n looked as if she’d prefer whatever she was thinking to be kept just between them. After a breathy, deflated sigh and a falter in her smile, Y/n was the one to speak up, “I guess I should let you get back to your family.”

Chuckling quietly, Keanu ran a hand through his wind tousled hair, “My sister and I actually split up a ways back. I’m flying solo for now.”

“Oh!” Y/n chortled, and barely thinking of her next words, she thoughtlessly suggested, “Why don’t you walk with us?”

Before Keanu could even process her offer, a blonde girl, who Keanu only noticed when she spoke, interjected hurriedly, “Or better yet, Y/n,” she put her hands on her friend’s shoulders, “Why don’t you two walk together? Since you have so much catching up to do.”

At that, Y/n turned back to her friends, wide eyed and tight lipped, “I....I thought we were shopping together. And what about-”

“Shhh,” another woman spoke, she was a little taller than the other three, hair dyed red and cut short in a stylish pixie cut. She could have been a model, or someone that Keanu should have recognized easily, but her face was hard to place, “Just go babe, we’ll see you back at the boat.”

“Are you sure?” Y/n glanced at the only other person Keanu recognized from the party, a young lady who he had mistaken for Y/n’s sister, though, a quick internet session had proved that they were actually cousins.

“Yes,” Jillian encouraged, “Go, just text us if you need anything. And take good care of her,” Jillian turned to Keanu, offering him a warning stare.

“Will do,” he chuckled, making a cross his heart motion over his chest.

After quick goodbyes and cheek pecks, they separated and Y/n and Keanu set out on wandering the street together, their hands hanging at their sides, her shoulder barely grazing his bicep. Neither of them spoke for a while, but when Y/n did, she didn’t seem as cheery as she was before. Her tone was softer and more inquiring, “So, what have you been up to?”

Keanu shrugged uneventfully, looking around, trying to not show the effect that her presence had on him, “Not a lot. Just work.”

“Filming?” She probed as she stopped at a ceramics booth, admiring a painted vase. Her hands were so small, barely able to go completely around the curved neck. Keanu wondered if her questions were building to a point, maybe to a bigger one where she’d confront him about not going to her house, or maybe she was just being polite. He couldn’t tell.

“No,” he replied, short and brisk, only going into a bit more detail when they pulled away from the booth, the formally admired vase now Y/n’s, secured in a bag. “At Arch, we’re preparing for a show early next year.” Y/n nodded in silent understanding, “What about you?”

“Me?” Y/n returned with a shrug, “I’ve just been working,” her face was turned away from him as they continued, her eyes scanning the products of different vendors. “You know how it goes; booze, boredom and disappointment,” her words seemed so careless and completely unrelated to their dwindling conversation yet they stuck him so readily, as if it were her intention.

Maybe she had actually wanted him to come the day after the party, dare he say she was offended by his decision to ultimately not go. Apologize, he told himself. Though, right before the words could not so readily leave his lips, because, after all, he didn’t really know what to say, Y/n took his wrist, dragging him into a pub that initially appeared to be nothing more than a hole in the wall. “Come on,” she encouraged excitedly.

“Why are we in a pub?” Keanu questioned, more confused by their location than the fact that Y/n’s fingers still lingered on his hand.

“For the.....what do you call it?” Y/n snapped her fingers, reclaiming her hand, eyes squinted in concentration, “Ouzo! I’ve never had it!”

“Never?” Keanu asked curiously as they sat at a corner table. It was a small one, meant for just two people and she sat on the other side, just an arms length away. They were secured near the curve of the wall, away from the other patrons and the dim lights that hung over head.

“Nope,” Y/n confirmed. A waitress came shortly after, placing in front of them what they had ordered at the bar; two glasses, the ice water added before serving making the clear liquor turn milky white, and a small platter of meze. “The last time I came here, it was my parents, and I was like ten.”

What was Keanu doing when she was ten? The thought was enough to remind him that even though Y/n sat across from him, looking more beautiful than he remembered, she was still very young. He shouldn’t think of her the way he had grown used to, dreaming of her like that. She shouldn’t have been the object of his arousal; the face that got him off. She was someone’s daughter, and though every other woman was too, it was plainly obvious with Y/n’s age. Twenty-three was too young, it was perverse, he thought, scolding himself.

“Do you like it?” Keanu grinned, after Y/n took a lengthily initial sip.

Her pretty eyes widened with enjoyment, her smile growing, “That was amazing,” she breathed, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth. As she chewed, Y/n’s smile turned to a grimace and when she swallowed, presumably to be polite, she downed more of her drink and part of Keanu worried that she might be drinking too fast. Little did he know, she had started earlier that morning, “That was goat cheese,” she frowned, “I hate goat cheese.”

“It’s not that bad,” Keanu argued, though when he ate a piece himself, he had to scramble to wash it down with half his drink, “That was not as good as I remember it.”

The rest of the afternoon went by and neither Y/n nor Keanu paid any attention to how long they stayed at the pub, or how much they drank, but when the light filtering in from outside started to dim and Keanu suggested they leave, they both stood with a wobble. After a short to and fro about who should rightfully settle the bill, they ended up splitting it before spilling out drunkenly back onto the street.

The sun had almost completely sunk into the unseen horizon and majority of the vendors had long packed up, with only those selling food still open. More emboldened by alcohol, they joined hands as they walked aimlessly though the picturesque night life of Agios Nikolaos.

Warm, yellow artificial lighting washed the narrow streets , coming from the homes that sat on top of family owned business. Sometimes, Y/n wondered what it would be like to come from one of those families; the ones who didn’t have thousands of employees, who were totally dependent one each other to keep their livelihood a float. They must have been close, she often thought when looking on at homes like theirs, they’re relationships might have significantly paled the one she had with her parents. Y/n hadn’t even spoken to either of them since she had her friends left a couple days prior.

As if sensing her sullen mood, Keanu slowed their leisurely pace, looking down at her, “What are you thinking about?” He nudged her shoulder.

“Nothing,” Y/n waved off his question with her free hand, “It’s just, this place is really beautiful,” she gestured around them, hoping he’d believe her lie. The small, sea-side town really was a gem though. As they walked further and further, more small business mixed with aged villa styled homes lined the pleasantly worn streets. The place was like a chuck of history or maybe even vintage beauty saved in time, a treasure for those who would choose to look for it.

“It is,” Keanu hummed in agreement, “I’ve never been to this part of Greece,” he went on absently, “But my mom suggested that we come, and I can’t say I regret it.”

Y/n smiled at the mention of Keanu’s mother, just remembering that he had come with his family. When was the last time Y/n went on vacation with hers? They had stopped travelling together for pleasure when she had gone off to college, and after, she’d only take trips with them for events that her mother had been invited too or business trips with her father.

They continued in comfortable silence, their frames close together as they followed the road. The air felt cool against her skin and the alcohol flowing through her system was the only thing keeping Y/n from shivering. Keanu’s hand seemed to swallow hers up in comfortable warmth and occasionally, she’d steal glances at him, admiring his handsome profile, quickly turning back when she’d suspect that Keanu would notice.

As they walked, something to her left caught Y/n’s eye, causing her to pull Keanu towards the darkened store front of an antique shop, “Where are we going?” He chuckled, “This place is closed.”

“I know,” she frowned, “But look at this, it’s so beautiful,” Y/n pointed out a handmade piece that stood out among other fine pieces of jewelry; set in dark silver, a sizeable pearl dominated the center with other, smaller pearls around it, and finally, even tinier ones to fill the spaces. The round pendant hung on a thin silver chain that looked as if it were shined daily. The price was hidden in the velvet cushion that it laid on, but Y/n was right; it was gorgeous. “It looks Bayzantinian,” she mused, “I wonder if it’s real, and if it is, what’s it doing here?”

Keanu had recognized the necklace’s historical connection from the minute he saw it, asking himself the same questions she had vocalized, but he was a little surprised with Y/n’ s knowledge on it. Needless to say, he hadn’t expected that from her, “How did you know that?”

It took a minute before she turned to look at him, a soft smile still ghosting her lips, “Huh? Oh, when I was in college I.....knew,” dated, “This History professor. He was also an archeology junkie, and had this kind of stuff all over his house.”

Y/n explanation fell off her lips as if it were nothing, as if it were normal for her to just hang out with older men. Surly this professor in question would have to be one; not a lot of men in their twenties or thirties collected replicas of ancient artifacts - or taught college grade history.

Before Keanu could press the issue any further though, Y/n was pulling him along the side walk again, and he tried to shake off his tumultuous thoughts.

When Y/n and Keanu got to the beach, it was late and most light came from the string of beach houses and hotels a distance away from the shore. Having stopped at several other bars in their attempt to be bar hopping tourists; they were far drunker than they had been before. Keanu thought that his eyes might be playing tricks on him and Y/n didn’t think that she could trust herself to get back on the boat without falling into the water.

“We go should in!” She suggested excitedly at the thought. Without his consent, Y/n was already pulling Keanu towards the water.

“Okay, but only our feet,” Keanu tried to sound stern, but hadn't realized how slurred his words were. Despite his drunkenness, he faintly remembered that swimming whilst drunk wasn’t one’s safest move.

Clumsily, they hastily kicked off their shoes, cold water reaching their just above their ankles as they went in. A shiver racked Y/n’s body and Keanu felt goosebumps raise on his skin. Still, they stayed in and at some point, Y/n’s hand had slipped out of his and she had gone a little deeper in, until the water was at her knees. “You shouldn’t go in that far,” Keanu warned.

“Oh yeah?” She challenged with a smirk, “What are you gonna do about it?” Without giving him a minute to respond, Y/n bent forward, her hands going into the water, arms rearing back. The whole thing happened so fast that in an instant, a wave of cold, salty water was hitting Keanu in the face, soaking his hair and making his grey button up cling to his chest.

“That was not funny,” he tried to maintain a serious expression, failing miserably.

“I thought it was funny,” Y/n shot back, splashing him again, “But if its not, then maybe you should do something about it,” laughing, her expression illuminated by only the light coming from at least half mile away, Y/n took another step back. Her dress, by then, had started to billow up in the water, and instead of hanging down to her ankles, it was floating around her, waves shifting it how they pleased. Her chest was wet too, and he could see that the dress, much like the one she had worn to the party, didn’t warrant the need for a bra. It all clung to her skin in a way that was so distracting.....and arousing. After another wave hit him in the face, Y/n drunkenly suggested, “Maybe you should John Wick me.”

Keanu threw his head back in rumbling laughter, “John Wick you? What does that mean?” He questioned, taking a few steps forwards, accepting that ‘dipping their feet’ had turned into something far from it.

Y/n shrugged, her hands threaded the water around her, but she wasn’t moving, “I don’t know. But I do know that he wouldn’t just stand there and let me do that, especially if he thought it, ‘wasn’t funny’,” Y/n’s lips morphed into a teasing pout, “But you’re all bark no bite,” she continued taunting him.

Rolling his eyes, Keanu scoffed, knowing that Y/n was just trying to push his buttons. Again she splashed him and her eyes almost shouted ‘I dare you to make me stop’. Without think about it, Keanu was closing the space between them, tackling her, sending them both underwater.

Instinctively Y/n’s arms went around him, their fronts pressed together. He could feel everything, from the rise and fall of Y/n’s chest with each slow breath, to how hard her nipples had gotten from the cold and the softness of her legs on his calves. There was hair in both their faces and even as they regained their composure, Keanu still held her in his arms.

Swallowing tightly, Y/n reached to tangle her thin fingers in Keanu’s wet hair, urging his face down towards hers. That time, she didn’t wait for the air to push them together, for someone to interrupt them or for things to just happen naturally. No, instead, Y/n smashed her lips to Keanu’s. His resistance was all but existent and in a beat, he was kissing her back, his tongue slipping past he barrier of her teeth.

It was just a kiss. The kind where his hand slid down her back, holding her close, where she gently tugged on fistfuls of his hair. Y/n melted against him, crashing waves nearly pushing them down, cold, gentles breezes threatening to break the warmth they offered each other. It was just a kiss, but as Keanu groped and kneaded her behind and Y/n moaned against his touch, it was turning into so much more.

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years

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I Hope You‘re Happy Now.

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- I don’t know what this is, but here we go. Based on “I Hope You’re Happy Now”- Carly Pearce and Lee Brice. A/n2- This is a little unnecessary, but I’m going to start using dividers within the stories to better facilitate time jumps and changes in perspective etc. ALSO- I left it open for a second part, but idk yet cause....you know....)

When Y/n awoke, the sun was filtering in through the flimsy sheer curtains. She stretched, bringing life to her muscles, frowning a little when she found the left side was empty. He must have already left for his morning run, she thought, sitting up. Sighing contentedly, she shook the covers off, turning on her phone as she headed to their shared bathroom to get ready for the day.

Afterwards, she headed downstairs; to the kitchen, passing a wall lined with pictures taken over the last three years, absently smiling at a few. In the kitchen, Y/n found, that before he had left, he had put on coffee, sticking a little note to the glass pot; ‘Coffee beans for my favorite bean.” Smirking at the little post it note, she poured herself a cup, then went to get started on breakfast.

Keanu awoke to an empty bed, as usual, not really hurt by it at that point, more like used to the hollowness in his chest. He rolled onto his back, unceremoniously running a hand through his hair and then turning to look at the picture on his nightstand. There she was, smiling at him, with shining eyes that held nothing but love for him. At least, they used to, before he chased it away. Every morning was the same, four years and she was still a constant on his mind, her smile taunting him, her voice echoing soft ‘I love yous’. It was torture, and it was his fault.

With a huff, he swung his legs out of the large bed, feet hitting the hardwood with a quiet thump. Slowly, he then went through the motions of getting ready for the day, brushing his teeth, showering and everything in between before heading downstairs for coffee.

Between slow sips of the scalding black liquid, he browsed his phone, and by no fault of his own, he stumbled upon some pictures posted by a mutual friend. It was her again; except she wasn’t with him this time, and she wasn’t alone either. There was a man with her, blond, tall and lean; hugging her from behind, the caption was simple, but he knew what it meant, and it broke Keanu’s heart all over again; “Congrats to these two! xoxo.”

At the sight of it, his jaw clenched and his eyes burnt. Tossing the phone to the counter, with the picture still opened, he put the steaming mug down too, planting his face in his hands, trying to not sob right there. “It’s too early for this,” he whispered to himself, getting up, going to look for something stronger to mix into his coffee.

Exhaling loudly as he poured a generous amount of whiskey into his coffee, Keanu tried to remind himself that he should have expected it. That it shouldn’t have even been that painful. He had told her to go when she asked for more. Y/n wanted to settle down, he didn’t think he could. She wanted him there and he broke up with her, leaving the house for a week with nothing but a half packed bag and his keys. When he had returned, she was gone, leaving only a note that read;

“Ke, I’m sorry it ended this way, I love you, but I’m not sure that you love me anymore. I hope you find whatever it is that’ll make you happy. -Y/n.”

At first, it didn’t bother him, Keanu had thought that it was for the best, that maybe he and Y/n were just too different to have the kind of life she wanted. But several months later, it really sunk in. There was no one waiting for him at home anymore. Now one to help him cook dinner or to call in the middle of the day just because he wanted to. No one next to him in bed, no one to tell him they loved him or vise versa. He had tried dating around, but nothing stuck, no one made him feel the way Y/n did. She was special, the kind of once in a life time love that was worth everything, and he had blown it. Since then, it had just gotten worse, like a hole slowly being burnt into his heart and she was the only person who could douse flame.

“Eli, what are you doing?” Y/n giggled, adjusting the straps of her dress in front of the mirror.

Behind her, Eli chuckled, placing his hands on her shoulders, kissing the top of her head, pressing his front to her back, their eyes meeting in the reflection, “Admiring my girl. You look gorgeous baby.”

Y/n laughed a little louder, trying to pull away playfully, “I’m not even finished yet. And you’re getting me all wet.”

“Am I now?” He raised his brows suggestively, “Why don’t we do something about that then?”

“That’s not what I meant,” her musical laughter filled their small bathroom and she turned in the little space, leaning against the sink. A flash of a similar memory crossed her mind, her and Keanu, getting ready to go to a movie premiere. But as fast as it came, it was gone and she was back to the moment. “I mean,” she looked down and the floor between them, “That you’re dripping. In a very non-sexual way. Go dry off or something, we’re going to be late.”

“Can’t be late if we don’t go,” he suggested, running a hand through his wet, dirty-blond hair, smiling broadly.

Y/n rolled her eyes, planting her hands on his wet, bare chest, “Okay, first all; that’s not an option, we promised that we’d go to Tracy’s party, it’s her birthday. And second; even if it was an option, I’m not going to waste all this make-up. I mean, I look hot.”

“You do,” he grinned, “Fine, we’ll go. But only because you’ll be there and you’re my leading lady.” Quickly, Eli pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, heading back into their bedroom to get dry and dressed.

“I’m your only lady, you dork,” Y/n teased, following him when she was finished, sitting on their bed to put on her shoes.

Tugging on a pair of jeans, Eli chortled, “Who says you can’t be both?”

As she watched he got ready, Y/n smiled, more to herself than him. She had everything that she’d been wanting since she could dream of it. An awesome job, amazing friends and an incomparable love.

“What?” Eli laughed, plopping down next to her to put on his shoes.

“What what?” she laughed, nudging him with her shoulder.

“You were off in space there. Like a little rainbow-chaser,” Eli touched the top of her head with his.

“Ugh,” Y/n pretended to groan, “You’re jokes are the worst.”

“You love them,” he teased, standing and offering his hand. Giggling, Y/n laid her smaller one in his, letting him pull her off the bed, grabbing her handbag on her way out the door.

The party was already buzzing with life at just past ten pm when Keanu walked into the rented out club. He hadn’t wanted to go, but Tracy was a good friend, and by all respects, it would have been rude to turn down an invitation to her birthday party, and far worse to accept it and then not show up all together.

On his way to the open bar, Keanu stopped to offer quick ‘hello’s to some old friends, though, when he caught a glimpse of her on the other end of the room, standing at a tall table with a figure that he recognized from a picture earlier that morning, Keanu realized that his need for a stiff drink was more urgent that he initially thought.

Excusing himself from the conversation, he made a bee line for the bar and when he became armed with a neat scotch, he took a seat at the counter, surveying the crowd, really just trying catch another glimpse of her, even if he knew it would hurt like hell.

Eventually, Keanu did spot her, cozied in another corner with the man who’s name he didn’t know. She looked happy, he thought, maybe happier than she had been when they were together. His arm was around her shoulders and Y/n’s head was pressed to his side. They spoke softly, but occasionally, he’d bend slightly to press a kiss to her hair. In a fleeting moment, Keanu wondered that if four years later she still used the same shampoo, the one that smelt like berries and made her hair shine.

The thought pulled the trigger on the next long swing on his second drink of the night. And then, when he realized that she was headed his way, he finished it off and ordered another.

“I’m going to get another drink,” Y/n announced, standing from the low sofa jammed against the wall, “Want anything?”

“Nah,” Eli waved her off, “I’m good,” he gestured with his beer.

“Okay,” bending over a little, Y/n pecked his lips, “Be right back.”

“I’ll miss you!” Eli called teasingly as she walked off, weaving through the guests.

Y/n shook her head, not even turning to see his goofy, lopsided smile, “You’re such a dork!” As she continued, above the music, she could have sworn that she heard him reply with; “your dork!”

When Y/n reached the bar, the crowd wasn’t too thick, but it still took a while to get the bartender’s attention. And an even longer while before she noticed who was sitting a couple stools away. Though when she did, Y/n stared at him for a solid ten seconds before calling, “Keanu?”

When he spun to face her, it was like the world had stopped. Obviously, it hadn’t, people kept talking, music kept playing, but, just for a couple seconds, it felt like it was just the two of them. The way it used to be, not just four years ago, no, it had been longer since they had last looked at each other like that; at minimum five, maybe six.

Keanu’s response came after swallowing a thick lump of emotion that had settled uncomfortably in his throat, “Y/n,” he tried to smile, pretending that he hadn’t already seen her, “Hey, funny seeing you here.”

Y/n chortled quietly, shaking her head, “Is it though? I mean, Tracy and I still hang out sometimes.”

Chuckling nervously, Keanu took a sip from his drink, wishing he could punch himself for such a ridiculous statement. Of course he knew that; Tracy would talk about Y/n in passing sometimes, not thinking that it might bother him, “Right,” he slapped the counter lightly in recognition, “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Y/n smiled. After a beat, she awkwardly went in for a hug, receiving the same level of awkwardness in return. “So, how have you been?”

“Everyday without you has been hell. I regret letting you go Y/n, I still love you, please come home,” was what he wanted to say, but he kept it in, opting for; “I’m doing alright. You?”

“I’m good,” her smiled broadened and her eyes sparkled. “Things have been great,” even as she spoke, Y/n felt a little guilty for boasting about her happiness; Keanu just looked so unlike the man she loved a few years ago. His eyes had gone a little dim, his beard was longer and a little more untamed than she could recall, with notes of grey and there was an emptiness in his laugh that she couldn’t quiet place. On impulse, out of concern for a man that she used to know so well, love so much, she decided to ask; “You been taking care of yourself Ke?”

God, she was always so intuitive, especially when it came to him. And that little nickname that could just fall of her lips, bringing comfort, reminding him that she was there. But she hadn’t been there in so long that it felt good, if only for a second, to hear her call him that again. After a nervous scoff, Keanu shrugged, “Yeah, I just......” miss you like crazy, “I’ve been busy.”

“Oh,” Y/n smiled, though not really believing him, still, it wasn’t her place to press the issue, not anymore. For a while, they sat in silence, and Y/n wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what. It wasn’t like they had much to talk about. “I um.....I saw your new movie.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, genuinely this time, “Did you like it?” Keanu found himself holding his breath for her answer, craving any sort of compliment from her, anything that might signal that Y/n might still have feelings for him. It was absolutely implausible, after all, she had someone else now and it had been so long, and he broke her heart.

Unconsciously, Y/n had only watched it because he was the lead, because sometimes, when Eli hadn’t come home from work yet and she was alone in the living room with her thoughts, she’d find herself missing Keanu. Playing their bitter break-up over in her head. Wondering why she couldn’t hate him even after he had slammed a metaphorical door in her face. “I loved it. You were really great.”

Beneath his beard, Keanu blushed, “Thanks,” clearing his throat, he took another tentative sip, “I, uh, saw a couple pictures of you and.....”

“Eli,” just his name was enough to significantly brighten her grin, “He’s my fiancée,” she lifted her left hand, where a simple engagement ring shone; an oval shaped diamond on a thin, rose gold band. It sat elegantly on her finger, teasing Keanu, reminding him that someone had given Y/n everything that he didn’t want to.

“Oh!” Keanu bit back the pang of emotion that had sent a rush of heat to his face, stinging his eyes, “Congratulations. You two looked really happy.”

“Thanks,” Y/n cast her head down for a minute, worrying on her bottom lip, “We are, he’s amazing.”

As if on cue, a familiar face broke from the rest of the party goers, his hands going to Y/n’s shoulders. “Hey you,” Eli kissed the top of Y/n’s head and Keanu knew that it wasn’t a petty dig, probably just a gesture between lovers, but he couldn’t help but take it that way.

“Hey,” Y/n beamed, turning to look at him. When Eli came around to her side, she introduced him, “Eli, I think I told you about my ex, Keanu. And Ke, this is Eli; my fiancée.”

Eli’s smile was broad and he exuded confidence, looking like one of those models that one could find parading for Calvin Kline or some other brand, “Hey man, great to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Keanu shook his hand, both their grips firm and silently challenging, “She’s amazing, so treat her well.”

Eli glanced at Y/n, then turned back to Keanu. They pulled their hands away and Eli’s went around Y/n’s shoulder affectionately, “Well, I haven’t broken her heart yet.” That was most definitely a dig at him. Glaring daggers at each other, they both just grinned and Eli eventually spoke up again, “Babe,” he looked at her, “I hate to do this to you, but the hospital just called,” he gestured with his phone, “I can leave the keys and take a cab if you want to stay,” he offered.

“No, it’s getting late anyway,” Y/n slid off the barstool, discarding her glass on the bar top, “We’re gonna get going,” she breathed and quickly, she pulled Keanu into a half hug, “But it was nice seeing you Ke, maybe we could catch up some other time.”

“Yeah,” Keanu agreed standing in politeness, “We should.”

“Great! I’ll see you around then,” and just like that, it was over. Y/n took Eli’s hand and started walking off, “Bye,” she mouthed, waving.

“Bye,” Keanu waved back, his heart sinking to his feet as he watched her go. Slumping back onto the stool, he ordered another drink, hoping to, once more push down the hurt with alcohol. She was gone, again. Except this time, there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wished she knew. So much that she’d never know. They were over, for good and Y/n had moved on while Keanu was still stuck regretting a mistake he had made years ago.

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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Memories to be made: Chapter 3

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The upcoming chapters will be posted much later, because I have to write them from scratch since they got lost in the process of me changing devices, so it’ll take me some time to make them as equally great as the first three were (apparently that’s what people think about them, it’s quite insane for me).

SUMMARY: Keanu goes to the dentist with Emelia. Words: 1690; Warnings: panic attack;

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The wind was blowing their hair from side to side and she kept thinking how the brown fluff of his suits him and softens the sharpness of his handsome jawline. The clouds were getting darker, the rain waiting to prove its point again and she gripped her umbrella tightly, probably too tightly, because he noticed her gesture.

His eyes, glued to her face, unable to leave her features from the moment they saw each other for the first time, now moved to the broad advertisement that was hanged on a tall pole above the place they were standing in.

“Maybe you should give that a chance then” Keanu nodded with his head towards the billboard towering over them.

Stressed? Give Tea a Chance.

Emelia just chuckled nervously. Apparently the fortune had a twisted sense of humor and found it hilarious to make them interact with each other in places where the new brand of tea was advertised.

She was standing right next to Keanu, their arms pressed together, the closeness of his body didn’t seemed like an issue to her now. He liked it, having her that close, being able to feel her warmth, the delicate scent of her perfume mixed with the one of the shampoo she used in the morning.

“I doubt it would help” she moved her gaze from the tea kettle that was printed on the paper glued to the large board and looked at him, “it’s just a tea.”

“I hate dentists too” he tried to coax her a little bit with the warm tone of his voice, but she shrugged and inhaled the air sharply closing her eyes shut.

“It’s not the dentist…” mumbling, her hand shot almost immediately up and onto the neck. She rubbed it harshly few times, probably too harshly, making a red swelling appear all over the spot, if not a bruise that’d pop up there later, and she wanted to do that again, but Keanu stopped her by simply grasping her hand with his own, entwining his fingers with hers, pressing their palms closely together.

Emelia was about to mumble barely coherent thank you, which she signalized by opening her mouth, but he was first to speak, “I called us a cab” the words left his mouth with a tiny smirk curling slightly the corners of his mouth.

Then, he noticed.

Every muscle of her body tensed, she was almost crushing his hand with the grip she held on it. Her eyes were huge, like an emerald colored full moon in the night sky, tears started to glisten in them.

And she trembled. No, it wasn’t just a tremble, her whole body shook like there was an earthquake passing right through it.

She was furious. Furious with her own self. All of her guards fell to bits after hearing the simple sentence that came from his mouth.

Blinking rapidly she squeezed his hand again, probably hurting him at this point, but he didn’t sad any word of complain. Heart thudding against her chest like it was about to escape from it and run somewhere where it could feel safer; sweat dripping down her back, leaving a wet trail on the flimsy turtleneck she was wearing today; all she could see now was his face and she was holding to that view like it was a distress beacon in the middle of the ocean.

A loud honk interrupted the silence.

“Oh no…” she breathed out turning around and noticing the black car that was waiting for them.

Keanu took a few steps towards it, moving from her at the distance of their hands still glued together, but she stayed in her place, like she grew into the sidewalk, unable to move.

“Em, we should-” he didn’t finished his sentence looking at her and seeing the never ending flow of tears, that were cascading down her face.

“I-I c-can’t…” the mumble barely reached his ears. Her distress was too visible, he knew that she was fighting with her own self and it’s wasn’t a fair war. She tiptoed closer to him and he opened the door for her, taking a step back, waiting for the moment she’ll sneak inside and sit onto the leathered seats.

The movement of her body showed that she wanted to get inside the ride that was luckily still waiting patiently for them to get inside, but she flinched and looked at Keanu with her watery eyes and tears pouring out of them.

“You have me now. I’m gonna make everything I can to make you feel better, even if it would be for a second only. Just squeeze my hand if it helps you. Squeeze it as much as you want to. I’m right here darling. You can do this” Keanu held the door open for her with one hand, while the other was still held by her, “I’m right next to you Emelia” the way her name sounded in his mouth, like a praise for her, for how strong she was, made her take a deep breath, close her eyes and just slid inside the cab without any word.

She was still trembling, tears running down her face, but she felt better when he plopped onto the seat close to her, their thighs pressed together, and wrapped his arm around her waist, “I’m right here darling” he whispered softly into her ear.

The cab driver asked them about the address and she mumbled it too incoherently, so Keanu had to repeat it after her.

His arm pulling her closer to him, every time he heard her sobbing when the car was taking a sharper turn. She was almost laying on him, the embrace made her feel slightly better.

She was IN the cab. And surprisingly she was safe this time.

Opening of her eyes caused the terrible memories come back to her in a flashbacks, that’s why she closed them shut again. A loud sob shook her body and Keanu pulled her closer.

“It’s okay darling. It’s alright. Shhh… shhh… I’m here Emelia. You're holding my hand and I’m still here” he tried to coax her, ease her mind just for a bit, but it wasn’t helping much. There was nothing else he could do now.

With her eyes still closed he felt how the car stopped and she was finally able to catch a proper breath. She heard the shuffling that was happening right next to her, the sound of door opening and felt how Keanu was pulling her out of the seat. Being too terrified of the ride she didn’t caught the moment in which he paid the driver, even though she was the one that invited him to join her and she wanted to pay for it.

No matter how horrific the ride was, it was finally over. Emelia was now in the open space, she could breath normally now, desperate in trying to calm herself down, she could feel the cold breeze on her face, her auburn locks dancing in the wind.

“I’m afraid of falling” she breathes, her eyes still closed, hand firmly gripping his palm, their fingers entwined together. Keanu stands close behind her, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly, not letting her drop to the ground if her legs would like to give in and fail in making her stand still. He can smell the lavender scent of her shampoo, her auburn locks swinging in the wind right in front of his face.

“I’ll catch you” he smiled, more to himself than to her, because she couldn’t see how sincere his gesture is. All he can do is to tighten the grip of his arm, sneak it further around her body, like he wants her to know that this all is real. That he’s here, holding her tightly, their fingers are stuck together and all he wants now is this moment to last forever.

Emelia turns around to him, her legs still shaking, the wind blowing her hair from one side to another. He notices how red her eyes really are; she kept them closed during the whole drive here, how scared she was, terrified of even looking at the cab.

They’re gonna take a walk back home. He can’t look at her suffer like that. He crumbled when he saw her tears.

She lets go of his hand only to hold onto his arms, giving them a light squeeze, “Thank you, I should’ve told you before you… before you called for that stupid cab.”

“Darling, I have told you already, no need for thanking me. I’m just glad you had an arm to hold onto. You had my arm.”

“Hold me for few more moments, please” she rest her head on her hand that’s pressed flat to his arm right above the collarbone. His muscles tensed at the feeling of her body being so close to him, feeling the cozy warmth she’s radiating.

Being in his strong arms was one of few things she was daydreaming about every time they met, but she wanted this all to happen in different time and different place. Maybe on a movie date, when he’ll slyly sneak his arm around her in the darkened room filled with other lovers on first dates. But it all already happened; she panicked and he had her back.

Actually, he helped her. Simply his presence, his embrace and soft words he whispered into her ear made her stay intact and not crumble into tiny pieces.

“I can hold you forever” he breathed out, his voice a mere whisper, but she hear that and looked up at him, noticing the soft gaze of his doe eyes that’s glued to her. He’s waiting for her to speak, to say something, anything just a word or two that would put him on the right tracks when it comes to what she’s feeling.

Emelia’s voice is stuck in her throat, no matter how wide she’d open her mouth no sound will leave it. She simply wraps her arms around his neck tiptoeing even closer to him.

“Then hold me, Keanu. That’s all I need right now.”

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