If requests are still open I would love a Supernatural Crowley x reader where he is extremely overprotective of the reader
If he is a character you are willing to write for of course!!
Note: requests are currently closed
Of course I write for him! Give me Crowley, Gabriel and Balthazar over Sam, Dean and Cas any day!
Hope you like the fic!!!
Title: Protecting You
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee
You blinked rapidly as the bag was roughly pulled from your head. You looked around the room as you tried to figure out where you were. Your hands were tied tightly behind your back and you winced when you pulled a bit too hard.
“Easy love. Didn’t bring you here just for you to hurt yourself.”
“Crowley?”
“You expecting someone else?”
The ropes snaked free from your wrists and you stood up quickly, the chair clattering to the floor behind you. You glared at the demon who looked unimpressed as he clicked his fingers and the chair righted itself. You rubbed your wrists and looked at Crowley suspiciously. Crowley held out his hand and you took a step away from him. He sighed and when you blinked he was right in front of you.
“Only trying to help, love.”
“Bullshit.”
Crowley took your hands with surprising gentleness and inspected the marks. He sighed and shook his head. He trailed a finger along them and before your eyes the marks healed.
“If you want something done always best to do it yourself.” He said
“What are you talking about?”
“Told them to be gentle. Well,” Crowley shrugged, “As gentle as a bunch of demons can be.”
You pulled your hands free and said,
“You didn’t answer me questions.”
Crowley’s hands hung in the air for a second before he lowered them. He clicked his fingers and two drinks appeared.
“Drink?”
“Do you really think I’d trust anything you’d give me?”
“Such a flirt.”
“Fuck off.”
You folded your arms and walked around the room. No door, no windows. You grimaced as you tried to think of an escape plan. No doubt the Winchester’s would’ve realised you were missing by now and would come looking for you. Maybe that’s why you’re here, as a bargaining chip. The thought made you wrinkle your nose.
“That isn’t why you’re here.”
You looked over at Crowley sharply. He was lounging in a chair and swirling his drink around. He raised an eyebrow at you and gestured to the chair opposite him.
“You reading my mind?”
“Body language, pet.”
“Don’t call me that. Why-“
You cut yourself off and mentally cursed yourself for letting your guard down. It was always best not to ask too many questions, especially when it came to demons. They’d twist their answers and give you what you thought was a straight answer but in reality was anything but.
“Why what?”
“Nothing. It isn’t important.”
“You thought it was important enough to ask. So do so.”
“Crowley-“
“Ask.”
“Why am I here?”
Silence fell over the two of you. Crowley took a sip of his drink and look away. You clicked your tongue and Crowley looked back over at you.
“And this was why I didn’t ask,” you said, “Because I knew you wouldn’t answer. Or if you did you’d give me some bullshit answer.”
“Sit.”
“I don’t want to.”
In a flash you were in the chair opposite him. You tried to stand up but you couldn’t move despite not being tied up this time. Crowley, however, remained standing. He walked behind you and you resisted the urge to look around and keep him in you line of sight. You stiffened when you felt his hands on your shoulders.
“So tense,” he said, bending down and brushing his lips against your ear, “For me?”
“You wish.”
“Only of you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“It’s worked in the past.”
“Not with me.”
“Shame,” Crowley’s fingers rubbed against your shoulders, “But everyone has an in.”
“Seems like you’re taking your time finding mine. Must be losing your touch.”
“Or maybe I just enjoy your company.”
“Is that why I’m here?”
Crowley gripped your chin and tilted your head back.
“You’re here,” he said quietly, “Because I have plans and it’s too dangerous for you to be where I can’t see you.”
“Touching. Never knew you cared so much about me.”
“Care,” Crowley seemed to sneer at the word, “Just keeping an eye on what is mine.”
👋🏻 hi! so this is my first post ever. I am quite nervous 😬. I have read so many fantastic story’s on Tumblr that I wanted to share one of my own. English is not my native language so please bear with me in case you see any spelling or grammar mistakes.🧡 I’ve been a Keanu Reeves fan for two years now so I wrote a little something..let’s see how y’all like it.
A broken Story
Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader
Summary: Reader broke up with Keanu and unexpectedly sees him again.
Word Count: 754
Warnings: heartbreak, sadness
It was weird, seeing him after all this time.
He looked sad, withdrawn.
I thought he was stronger. Stronger than this. Stronger than me. Because in reality I didn't feel any better and I had least hoped he would. That at least one of us got out alive.
When I saw him sitting in the restaurant all alone , I felt the urge to cry. Everything in me wanted to shout his name so that he new he wasn't alone. That he never was. That I still thought about him every day. I knew this was his greatest fear. Being alone with no one to love. But I couldn't. I shouldn't. Not after what I had done to him.
I don't know how long I stood outside just looking at him. I took in every inch of his persona. Every strand of his long dark hair hanging in his beautiful but worn out face. The shirt he was wearing was once a Christmas gift from me. It was his favourite ever since. I remember how he wore it three days in row after Christmas just to show me his appreciation. I smiled at this and it filled my heart with warmth. We were happy back then.
I felt guilt slowly makings its way up my throat.
I knew that's what he was most afraid of but still selfishly left. I left him for something that lastet 5 months and threw something away that had already lastet 3 years.
But he knew it right? He knew that my job was always most important to me. I made that clear from the beginning and he accepted. I just never could have imagined it would hurt so much choosing what I thought was best for me, for something that was actually best for me. I know it now but now is too late. I screwed up. I hurt him deeply and it was visible.
I wanted to leave but my feet wouldn't let me. In that moment his face shot up as if he knew I was there and had read my thoughts. Our eyes locked but none of us made a move, too afraid if we did, we loose each other again. For a moment I stopped breathing. Looking into his eyes was not something I thought I could do again. I was too ashamed. Too ashamed of my behaviour. Too ashamed of myself.
One year ago I made the biggest mistake of my life. I left Keanu because I thought money and fame are what's most important to build when I am young. I would have enough time to find love and start a family when I am older. But after I finished the job I left him for I realised the satisfaction I got from it and everything that came afterwards slowly but surely faded.
It hurt when I broke up with him but I barely had time to think about it. The project that was supposed to get me high up the career ladder did what it promised but also took something so precious from me and only after it ended did I realise it was not worth it.
All the money and all the fame that was once so important collapsed like a house of cards and so did I. I had not only thrown away the best thing that happened in my life but also broke the persons heart that once belonged to me and I loved so much.
Only a year ago I thought I was naive to think I could have it all. The live of a successful actress and at the same time a private life. I didn't see that Keanu was the best living example of what I wanted. He was there to show how to do it right in front of my eyes but I just didn't see it. I just didn't see him.
As I was looking into his eyes I was able to see the hurt in them. The pain he felt everyday and every night. The bags under his eyes only confirmed.
I wished for the strength to go to him and apologise. To sit at the table in front of him and make up for everything I had done but I couldn't. Again my feet wouldn't let me.
So I looked at Keanu one last time before taking a deep breath turning around and leaving. Just like I had done a year ago. And again I was able to hear his heart break.
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