Keanu Reeves x reader

Keanu Reeves - "Do You Need a Break?"

      "Ugh!" I sighed and rubbed my hands on my face, leaning back in my chair. "Nothing is good enough. Nothing is reading how I want it to!" I moved my hands away from my face, letting them drop off the sides of my chair as I stared hopelessly at my computer screen. 

      "Is something wrong?" Keanu had poked his head into my in-home office before coming in with a cup and a pack of cookies. "I heard you groan and thought you may need a break." Keanu made his way over to my desk and set down the items he brought with them. 

      "Yeah I'm fine I just... Ugh." I groaned a second time. I was growing more and more frustrated with the draft just sitting there, unfinished. I had already written over 800 words, and I hated every single sentence they belonged to.

       Keanu made his way up behind me and slowly wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I heard him let out a soft chuckle before he gently kissed my forehead, "That break offer is still on the table," he cooed softly while hovering over me. He put his chin on the top of my head, just holding me.

       After a few seconds of silence as the obvious answer I would've given, Keanu spoke up again, "What don't you like about it? It looks really good to me." I felt his hands travel up to lay on my shoulders, and my vision was then quickly blocked by Keanu's face upside down right in front of mine. "You confuse me sometimes," he simply stated.

        I couldn't help but smile as I stared into his captive brown eyes. His hands felt a little rough from his recent stunt training for the action scene in a movie he was filming, but they were invitingly warm against my skin. I enjoyed the way that he could manage to be so soft towards me despite his rough character. My body pushed up so that my lips could reach up to his nose. They gave it a soft peck before I pushed my way up to stand. "It just doesn't feel right. I mean, I've researched all I can so it can be accurate, but it's not captivating. It doesn't want to make me read it to the end."

       "Maybe that's because you're the one who knows how it will end," Keanu quickly retorts to my complaint. "Also, you're the one who is rereading this story over and over again, so it may get old and uninteresting to you," he pulled gently on my arm to bring my body against his. 

       Inhaling deeply, I buried my face into his chest. He was right and we both knew it. Sometimes I could be way too harsh on myself. I probably didn't say it often but, "You really are the voice of reason to me sometimes. I'm so glad that I have you around so I'm not just drowning in some self-pity." I sincerely meant every word. Keanu has been someone I can rely on, even when he is at his busiest. To be honest, I'm grateful for him, since someone like him is a hard find.

       His rough hands began to gently rub small circles on my back, both going in opposite ways of the other. They felt perfect against me. Our bodies were softly pressed together and it felt like each curve of us just fit like two puzzle pieces from the same set. The longer we stayed like this, the more relaxed I began to notice myself getting in his arms. It was a welcoming feeling as opposed to the desk chair that has begun to replicate my butt shape due to the hours and hours of uninterrupted sitting that I've done in it over the years. Standing in his arms made me realize I didn't even feel guilty about being unproductive currently. Keanu could make even relaxing feel like I was getting something done correctly. These thoughts were coming one after another into my head and I couldn't help but sink further into his grasp. 

      "Are you tired?" Keanu asked me in response to my sinking. Honestly? I didn't even consider the time it was right now, but the question triggered a large yawn to answer him. "I'll take that as a yes then," he chuckled before leaning over me to put my computer in sleep mode. "Now to do the same to you." Despite now being nearly half asleep, I found myself tiredly letting out a soundless laugh at the dumb joke. 

      Sleepily, I followed Kenau up to our room, mindlessly making my way up each step as I have managed to do so many times before. He led me down the hall and to our room, where he didn't turn on the light much to my relief. My eyes were 99% closed and I could honestly have drifted off onto the floor if it weren't for Keanu leading me under the comforter of our bed. He quickly power-walked to his side of the bed, cuddling up behind me. As I drifted off though, a thought managed to fight into my tired mind right before it shut off, 'What about the cookies?"