Based on a request:
Hiiii :D Idk if u do requests or whatever but can I please ask for Keegan comforting OCD reader? Preferably OCD related to needing things to be symmetrical? Also please tag me when it's out OK byeeeeeee :D
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GN!Reader, fluff?, comfort, established!relationship
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A/N: this is a really old request I just found...I also will only tag the person who request it because I dont know if anyone on my tag list wants to also read about ocd reader (I've been scolded once or twice by you<3)
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the heater in the corner. Keegan sat on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, his sharp gaze flicking between you and the coffee table. Your breathing was uneven, and your hands trembled as you adjusted the objects in front of you.
You shifted the coasters—two on the left, two on the right—aligning them meticulously. The edges still didn’t look right, gnawed at you like an itch you couldn’t reach. You frowned, pulling them a fraction closer to the centre of the table, trying to match their placement to the imaginary grid in your mind.
“It’s off,” you murmured, more to yourself than anyone else.
“Looks fine to me,” Keegan said softly, but his voice carried no judgment. His tone was low, reassuring, like a ripple over still water.
“It’s not fine.” Your voice cracked, and you quickly set the coasters down, clenching your hands in frustration. “It’s wrong. It doesn’t feel… even. It’s all wrong.”
Keegan shifted, leaning back onto the couch. “Alright,” he said, stretching out a gloved hand. “Show me what you’re seeing. Maybe I can help.”
Your gaze flicked to him, your stomach twisting. “You’ll think it’s stupid.”
Keegan tilted his head, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, but not in anger. “I wouldn’t be here if I thought that.”
His simple honesty made your chest ache. Taking a shaky breath, you pointed to the coffee table. “The left side looks heavier than the right. The coasters need to be perfectly symmetrical, or it… I don’t know, it just feels wrong. It’s like… like something bad will happen if it’s not fixed.”
Keegan nodded, his expression serious. “Alright. Let’s fix it, then.”
You blinked. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he interrupted firmly. “You think I’m going to leave you to fight this alone?”
His words grounded you more than you expected. Together, the two of you adjusted the coasters. Keegan moved slowly and carefully, asking for your input each time he adjusted. When he saw the tension in your shoulders ease, he stopped.
“How’s that?” he asked, looking up at you.
You tilted your head, inspecting the layout. The relief hit you in waves, like a burden lifting from your chest. “It’s… perfect.”
Keegan leaned back, watching you with a small, satisfied smile. “Told you we’d get there.”
You sank onto the couch beside him, your hands finally still. Keegan reached out, tugging the blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over your legs.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
If there's ever a conversation in context of you or you and Keegan, there's 4 words that are always present in the sentence... 'crazy, psychotic beautiful bitch'
You and keegan are nothing but a messy 'couple'(?) Heck you two are both insane. For crying out loud, you married him the evening he was leaving for his deployment, he was 21, you were 19. After that deployment his entire life and personality changed.
He would never talk about what happened in that deployment, neither any of his colleagues did. All you knew was something really bad went on there and he lost most of his teammates.
The marriage started to turn sour due to Keegan's sudden PTSD/panic attacks. And they were bad. Its something you never told anyone or ready to talk about.
Needless to say in almost 2 years of your marriage, it ended as abruptly as it began, all on a whim.
The reason keegan's teammates started calling you crazy is due to the fact you just stomped into the Marines base on a fine tuesday to drop the divorce papers. Keegan had a 36 hour shift that day.
And that is how you both divorced.
Everyone thought you both are on your different path now, with someone new. Keegan's friends tried to encourage him to find 'some other chick' or 'plenty fish in the sea' or saying that you were toxic anyway. The boys did their best to encourage the man who got divorced so publicly.
But all their 'encouragement' went to waste.
As it turned out, as soon as keegan's shift ended, he came to the abode which was two days ago a marital home and you both had verbal fight which turned physical in under few moments...
"I CAN'T do this SHIT anymore Keegan", you screamed at him.
Your ex husband has always, by nature, has been quiet man. Only speaking when spoken to and only speaking if necessary.
But on god you ARE something else! You make this usually quiet man want to scream his throat out.
"Couldn't you have waited ONE FUCKING DAY for the divorce?!" He growled.
You two sweared like sailors at each other and then you came a little close to his face pointing your index finger, trying to look intimidating.
Your finger pointed towards him so close triggered his PTSD. He immediately grabbed held your finger then tricep and then he threw you onto the ground on your belly while your arm behind your back.
It all happened so fast you couldn't grasp what even happened. All you knew was your right arm was hurting a little and keegan was on top of you.
Shit. Its started. You know this is one of his panic attacks! You have seen it before but this was new. This has never happened in midst of a 'conversation'.
"Keegan? Babe? Its me y/n babe you need to calm down its just me", you started frantically calm him down. Your chest hurts due to his weight on top of you.
Keegan was in a daze, all that was going in his head was how all his squad died on that fateful day. How he hid under the corpse of a Sargeant, covered in that dead man's blood in order to look like corpse.
He snapped out of it the moment he heard your voice and rolled off of you and laid on the wooden floor with his hand on his chest, heavily panting as if to grasp as much air as possible.
You were finally free of his weight and quickly got up and saddled on him and started to calm him down by gently patting, caressing his face. You started to kiss him.
"It will be okay babe, I'm here, im right here. Its okay, you're safe now." You whispered into his ear while peppering him with your warm kisses.
He was back. He opened his arms to hug you and happily gave in.
He hugged you tight.
"I'm sorry y/n", he mumbled.
And since then, despite being officially Ex husband and Ex wife, you still live in his house and still sleep with him.
Your bond has become more stronger than when you two were 'married'.
You two still fight, but it always ends up in a rough makeout session.
Keegan's teammates will never get why Keegan is with you. But then again, even they know nothing beats 'the crazier the better'.
i want him to rub my scalp and kiss my forehead while we bathe together. did not beta read [never do] :p
cw: suggestive, angst+comfort, fluff, safeword, overstimulation, crying, fem! reader, aftercare.
His hips slammed relentlessly into yours, a bruising pace lighting small fires to your poor skin, leaving it flushed and sore. you whined and whimpering into his shoulder, your back squeezed against the drywall of your living room, Keegan's chest pressing against your perky nipples. Your thighs trembled as they limply wrapped around his waist. It was sticky, it was wet, it was messy, it was too much. Your head spun from how much he pulled from you, how far he pushed himself while moaning your name.
You pant, barely enough time between the moments his lips are pressed to your to whisper,
"Red!"
Exasperated and weak, your body limp in his arm, trembling hands clinging to his uniform jacket, your eyes stared up at his, blown wide in emotion. His were as well, his rough hands loosening their vicious grip. Yours, so desperate and fearful, it made Keegans heart ache, his eyes filled with surprise, fear he hurt you, fear he hurt the wife he fought everyday to come home to, fear. You murmured his name, your lips trembling as the words escaped, something he quickly shushed you for,
"Do not. Do not apologize."
His breath was caught in his throat, struggling to make up the air he lost. Keegan held you close, keeping your weak legs wrapped around his waist. You shivered in his arms, his large hands splayed across your back as he presses you against him, cooing in your ear softly. Keegan lets you down onto your legs, still to wobbly to hold yourself up as you lean into his figure. Dried tears stain your cheeks as you nuzzle into him, free hand moving to gentle rub the flush fat of your cheeks. He was so gentle, his voice so quiet as if speaking normally would scare you, almost as though you were a wounded animal,
"I'm so sorry, sweetie, so fuckin' sorry."
His voice echoed with sincere pain, his gray eyes swirling with worry. You hum weakly, throat aching as you croaked,
"S' too much..."
His heart swells, his eyes softening as he gently separates his body from yours. he coos, softly pushing hair from your face. Keegan holds you close, his ears hones in on the sounds of your shallow breathing, heart thumbing so hard he could feel it as he pressed his fingertips into your soft flesh. "I'm sorry," He rubbed your teary cheeks, the sight of your eyes flooded with suffering making him angry, angry at himself, "Thank you, thank you for being honest." Keegan whispers, as though he hasn't said that too many times to count in the past, "I'm so sorry." He holds your head in both his hands, murmuring apology after apology into the crown of your skull. He lets you weep into his shoulder, your trembling hands clawing at his skin as you babble.
He coos, letting your aching body release its tension in his arms, his racing heart taking no break until the tears in your eyes come to a stop. Rubbing your cheeks, Keegan presses his forehead to yours, then his nose, then his lips in a gentle kiss. You couldn't help it but giggle as his stubble rubbed against your face, his lips still muttering praise as if he's trying to imprint it onto your skin. Your hands cupping Keegan's face as your puffy eyes fill up with gratitude, "Thank you for keeping me safe."
He smiles, chuckling as you add on, "now, bathe me."
"Of course, your majesty."
fluff || wc: 934
summary: you settle in for a long night of homework, but a familiar knock keeps you occupied instead.
a/n: my first story ! i am so used to writing on wattpad and creating multi-chapter stories, this was definitely different than the usual :3
A familiar knock on your window disturbs you from your routine studying. With a sigh, you push your chair back, leaving your desk behind. You approach your window and unlock it. As you push it open, Keegan quickly enters your room.
“You do know we have phones, right?” you ask, crossing your arms. You watch as he dusts himself off, standing up.
He turns to you with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, but it’s more fun to do it like this… just like in high school.” He chuckles.
“And in high school, we also had phones.” You retort, giving him an unimpressed look.
“Then you should know how I am.” He shrugs, walking over to your bed. He flops down, as if it was his own. You roll your eyes at his antics and make your way back to your desk. You still had some homework to complete, and you weren’t going to let him lose your focus.
Keegan watches you sit back down at your desk. “Whatcha doin’ anyways?” He asks you.
“Homework… Don’t bother me…” You mumble, trying to focus. It wasn’t uncommon for Keegan to pester you when you were trying to get work done. He loved having your attention, even if it meant annoying the hell out of you.
“Yeah, yeah… you’re always so serious when you do your work,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. “Can’t I slightly disturb you while you work?”
There’s a moment of silence before you grumble and roll your eyes, “Whatever..”
He grins, amused by your response, he loves to get on your nerves. He gets up from your bed, walking over behind you and peering over your shoulder to look at your homework.
He chuckles, “Gosh, you’re such a nerd. Always doing your homework and studying…” He teases, ruffling your hair.
You scoff at his action. “And you’re such a pain…” You mutter, lightly swatting his hand away from your head, refusing to look away from your work.
He laughs, “I take pride in being annoying.” He rests his chin on top of your head, still looking at your work. “I’m still surprised you’re so book-smart.”
You roll your eyes at his ‘compliment.’ “I’m trying to get a degree, I kinda need to be smart in this work.”
“Good point,” he smirks, “You could also just marry a rich person so you don’t have to work, y’know.”
“No thanks, I want to work.”
His smirk widens at your response. He found your dedication to working and being independent admirable. He also couldn’t help but find it adorable, as well. “Oh, yeah? You like the idea of working yourself to death?”
“Says the one who signed up for the military.” You mumble.
He chuckles, tilting his head to the side, before leaning his cheek against the top of your head now. “You think so little of me… They’re going to pay me well.”
“You’ll only get paid well if you lose a limb or something.”
He shrugs, his cheek still pressed against your head, “It’s a risk I’m willing to take, especially if it means I can provide a good life for myself.”
Keegan lifts his face off your head and gently ruffles your hair again with his hand. “Besides,” he starts, grinning, “if I want someone to worry about my life, I know where to find a certain person to do that.”
“Yeah? Surely not me..” You say bluntly. Your words were far from the truth. You knew you’d be anxiously waiting for a call or text at the end of every night.
“Oh, c’mon, you’d miss me, whether you want to admit it or not,” He teases.
You stay silent, not wanting to prove him right. You were well aware that if you said what he wanted to hear, you would never hear the end of it.
He notices your silence but decides to keep teasing you. He leans in closer, his head now beside yours. “C’mon, admit it. You’d miss me.” He presses his cheek against yours. “You’ll be counting the days until I come back, worried every second that something might happen to me. And when I come back, you’ll be running up to hug me and never let go.” He chuckles, bringing his arms to wrap around you, squeezing you playfully.
“Keep dreaming..” You huff, the heat in your cheeks betraying your words.
“Oh come on, you know you can’t resist my charms. You’ll be missing me so much you won’t know what to do with yourself.” He knows exactly how he makes you feel. He just enjoys hearing your failed attempts of denial.
“I’ll finally get some peace and quiet. No one sneaking through my window at odd hours.” You mumble. However, you’ve grown quite fond of his playful and rebellious behavior. You were sure to miss nights like these, Keegan at your side.
He laughs at your comment, still holding you. “Admit it, you’ll miss me teasing you all the time.”
“Just a little…” You say, your words softer now. Although you don’t reveal the whole truth, you suddenly feel vulnerable after your verbal confession.
His playful grin melts into a soft, genuine smile. He knows you weren’t one to display your feelings towards him so easily.
“Y’know… I’m gonna miss this too.” He replies with the same softness as your own words. He loosens his hold on you, his playful behavior completely replaced with the rare tenderness you rarely see in him.
For a moment, neither of you say anything. Neither of you needed to say anything. The simple confessions the two of you shared were enough.
Author: @deadbranch
Pairing: Keegan Russ x fem!Reader
Summary: Keegan is the last person you expected to see on your blind date. Likewise, you’re the last person he thought was in the market for a relationship.
Word Count: 832
Warnings: Fluff, flirting, suggestive/impolite language, implied intention to have sex, no y/n used, no real warnings.
A/N: Written for @mykneeshurt 's ask here. This is my first time writing for Keegan. Lucky for me, there’s not a lot of canon information restricting my writing. I borrowed the title from the eponymous song by The Doors.
KEEGAN MASTERLIST
MASTERLIST (all @deadbranch fanfic content)
PEOPLE ARE STRANGE (PART I)
You’re not late, but you’re not early either. You kick yourself mentally for taking longer than usual to get ready. It’s about to be that time of the month and the outfit you’d picked out previously didn’t feel right—look right—on your body. Damn bloating.
You’re grateful that at least you’re not ovulating. The last thing you want is to think this guy is more appealing than he is.
This is just a blind date.
Your roommate was right; you’ve been needing to break out of your routine. Delete all the dating apps. Meet someone the old-fashioned way, whatever that means.
You inform the hostess your date may already be here. She sees the gilded ribbon pinned to your top and motions for you to follow.
Showing up early would have been to your advantage. You could choose the table and gather your thoughts before your date shows up. Now he has the upper hand. One of these days you’ll stop looking at every date like a wargame. You, against the opposing force, always. You stifle a giggle as you recall the time at Polk where you made out with one of the OPFOR soldiers after your MILES gear malfunctioned.
You freeze halfway through the restaurant. The hostess doesn’t notice that she’s left you behind as you lock stares with your date from about twenty feet away.
His icy stare is bewitching when he’s in civilian clothes, no black camo around the eyes, and sans balaclava. You’ve gotten used to these eyes belonging to a mostly silent marine, moving like a hired phantom through your professional life.
All red flags, those blue eyes. Like those of a demon. But such a handsome one.
“Hey.” He greets you with an uncertain set of his mouth, no forced smile. His hand gestures to the seat across from him, brows raised as though acknowledging that he wouldn’t blame you if you left the restaurant.
“Hey. Didn’t we just see each other two hours ago?” You smile wanly as you set your bag in the seat next to you and sit down. Your shoe bumps his leg. He abruptly shifts in his chair to avoid touching you. Only out of courtesy, you hope.
“Yeah. Uh, I had no idea you would be my date, in case you’re worried that I…” His hand gestures distract you as he tries to explain himself.
“Loaded the dice? I can tell by the look on your face you weren’t expecting me either.” You give a forced smile. Shit.
“Should we call it? Pretend like this didn’t happen?”
You consider his offer for a second longer than you should have. The subtle change in his features informs you that he’s crestfallen.
“No,” you reply in as neutral a tone as you can muster. “I’m hungry. Aren’t you?”
Keegan huffs out a laugh along with a genuine, albeit relieved grin. He’s got pretty teeth and an endearing smile.
His eye color looks more natural in this context.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come in? It’s still early yet, and…” You trail off as he shakes his head, eyes downcast at your hands as he holds them in his.
You didn’t take him for a man who holds hands often, but you’ve learned a lot about Keegan Russ tonight that you never thought you’d know.
“Why not?”
He looks over your left shoulder before meeting your eyes.
“Because I suspect I won’t be going home tonight if I walk through that door.”
You’re not offended by his presumption. The mutual attraction—the chemistry—it’s killing the both of you even though this is the first time he’s touched you outside of a duty-related scenario.
As grown adults with healthy libidos, you know exactly how to scratch that itch.
“You don’t think we could keep things professional in uniform?”
“It’s…been a long time since I’ve dated someone from…work. Been a long time since I dated. Period.”
“If you’d rather not…”
“No. I do. Trust me, I do.” Keegan looks conflicted and perhaps slightly embarrassed.
“Then what’s holding you back?”
“Fuck, I don’t know.” His hand goes to the side of your neck, his thumb tracing idly under your jawline as you swallow hard. “I just didn’t think you’d like…someone like me.”
“A marine?” You smile.
He laughs softly but doesn’t avert his eyes the way he usually does when he reacts to your words.
“I’m just some guy who wears weird shit and does weird shit. And kills people for a living. Hoorah.” He says quietly, enunciating the hoorah as his thumb smooths gently over your bottom lip, his other hand finding your hip and pulling you closer, whispering in your ear. “If you do invite me in, I promise to kiss you awake in the morning.”
“That’s a deal.”
Before you can turn to put your key in the door, he gathers you against his chest.
You share the kiss that's been haunting both of you all night.
