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[reallongwire]

Hi, would another snippet of Bad Day possible? And...if anything from Justice for Julian?

Hello... *peeks out from behind a wall*

That was abt it for Bad Day--for Tom, at least. Basically, I was creating drabbles for a few Keanu characters abt how they'd comfort you after you came home from a bad day. But I haven't worked on it in a while.

And I haven't written anything for Julian, but I may in the future. Sorry to disappoint, Sweets.

[reallongwire]

Diary 🤓📔

Thank you, Disco. Scoob? What do you prefer? I'm gonna use your cool Matrix divider for this.

WIP: Diary — Stalker!Neo x F!Reader

Neo is on the floor, his back to your wall, sitting crisscross like a kid at storytime. He reads your most intimate thoughts slowly, hanging onto every word, running his hands over the indents of your pen on the pages, relishing the feeling of finally getting to know you better—even if it’s not exactly how he dreamed.

Work sucks. Mr. Rhineheart is more demanding of us these days.

Neo grimaces, remembering his old boss well and the lectures he received from him, having to stand like a petulant child in front of his desk. He shakes his head sympathetically for you.

He's never been nice, but now he's so freaking mean. He even yelled at me across the office today because I dropped a folder and I was in his line of view??? From his plushy little office? God. He’s been like this since he lost our best employee—Thomas. I miss him. I remember when—

Neo clenches your diary, pulling it closer to his face to make sure he read it correctly.

Thomas. I miss him.

Neo’s heart starts to thump loud and proud in his chest as his eyes flick back and forth, scanning those words over and over and over, committing them to memory.

Cute Dividers by Disco

[reallongwire]

1 and 6 PLEASE <3

Hello Scarlett! Just posted #1 here, but here is #6 for you. Thank you for the ask. ❤︎

For context, Neo's more of a sweet stalker (if such a thing exists) and he's not trying to do anything to you here. He'd do anything for you.

WIP: You can't sleep. — Stalker!Thomas Anderson/Neo x F!Reader

"Fuck," comes your muffled voice. Neo frowns in the darkness at your curse. He's been watching you toss and turn for at least two hours, trying and failing to surrender to the peace of sleep.

When you suddenly roll out of bed and stumble into the bathroom, Neo makes his move. He strides out of your closet and kneels at your bedside table, fumbling with a packet of NyQuil powder. He pours in the whole packet, or at least he thinks he does in the dark, and pulls out a wooden popsicle stick from his pocket to stir the powder into your cup. He's barely finished when he hears the toilet flush and the sink turn on. As your door swings open down the hall, he brushes down your bedside table for any powder and bounds back into your closet as your soft footsteps arrive at your bedroom.

Neo huffs out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, hands over his mouth, as he watches you pad past him and climb back into bed. His eyes narrow when he sees you throw your covers over yourself and curl up.

Fuck! The drink!

Neo yells at himself in his head for good minute, running his hands thru his hair before he sees you tossing and turning once more. His hands leave his hair and now clasp onto your closet's doorframe as he awaits with bated breath.

You let out a loud, frustrated huff as you sit up and slowly reach for your cup of water on your bedside table. When it hits your lips, you grimace at the musty taste. "Bleeeh," Neo hears you mutter under your breath.

Sorry, babe.

He watches you force down a few more gulps—you must be parched—and lay back down.

[reallongwire]

Bad day?

And what's this Justice for Julian? Who would slander that sweet sweet man...? *innocent whistling*

❤️

-Julia

Uh huh... no one I know would do that... but I know there are some folks out there... \( ᐖ)/

Thank you for the ask. @discoscoob and @scarlettspectra were also curious abt this one!

WIP: Bad Day — Tom Ludlow x F!Reader

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tom’s question comes out as a growl from behind you. Your stride stutters for a moment, a bit taken aback by his tone. You hadn’t meant to offend him, but what did you expect from a man as hotheaded as him?

I can’t deal with this, your body wails, your fists starting to clench.

Tom catches up to you in a few strides and places a firm hand on your shoulder, pulling you backwards. But when he sees your face—your lower lip starting to tremble, shiny hints of tears in the corners of your eyes—he almost falls to his knees. He gently places his palms on your cheeks, cradling your face.

“Sweet girl, what’s wrong…?”