Annoying As Hell // Keegan x Y/N (mlm)

It was the beginning of the second week when you finally managed to swing your legs off the bed without wobbling like a newborn deer. Keegan stood in front of you, arms crossed over his chest, watching you like a hawk.

"... I'm not gonna break, Russ." you muttered, giving him a half-hearted glare as you gripped the bedframe for support.

He just huffed through his nose, stepping in to hover closer anyway. "Don't care. You're still not a hundred percent."

You rolled your eyes but smiled slightly, knowing deep down he was only being like this because he cared—even if he treated you like you were made of glass.

He helped you into a loose pair of sweats and one of his spare hoodies, the fabric practically swallowing you whole. You didn't even bother trying to put on shoes; Keegan just threw an arm around your waist and guided you out the door.

"Come on, let's go show your face before the others think I buried your body." he teased lowly, smirking a little.

You barked out a rough laugh at that—which immediately made you wince when your ribs twinged.

Keegan's hand on your waist tightened immediately, steadying you. "Easy. Still healing."

You just shook your head, smiling faintly. 

God—he really was a fucking softie deep down, wasn't he?

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The walk to the commons area was slow but manageable. As soon as you stepped inside, a chorus of whistles and shouts rang out.

"Well, look who's alive!" Logan called from where he was leaned back on a couch, throwing his arms up theatrically.

Kick laughed, tossing a granola bar at your head—Keegan caught it midair, glaring.

"Thought you died or some shit." Ajax chimed in, grinning.

"Woulda held a vigil." Merrick added dryly from the side, "but Russ here told us he needed his 'beauty sleep' first."

You groaned softly, half in embarrassment, half because laughing still hurt.

Keegan just pulled you closer to his side, resting a big, gloved hand casually on your hip, his body language making it crystal clear:

Mine.

You didn't even bother fighting it.

Not after everything.

You just leaned into him, offering a lazy middle finger to the team, which made Logan cackle like a hyena.

"Still got fight in him," Merrick mused aloud.

"Good. Means Keegan didn't fuck the soul right outta him."

That comment had your cheeks burning instantly—and the way Keegan smirked down at you didn't help either. The fucker loved how easily he could get you flustered.

"Wouldn't mind trying again, though." Keegan murmured low enough just for you to hear, sending a fresh shiver up your spine.

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The rest of the day was surprisingly nice.

The team kept it easy—talking shit, playing cards, letting you sit back and just exist among them again. 
Kick even made a big show of letting you win a hand, claiming, "We're letting you heal your pride too, bro."

You caught Keegan watching you a lot when he thought you weren't looking. Soft, almost-smiling glances that warmed your chest more than you wanted to admit.

By late evening, though, you were exhausted.

Keegan caught the way you started drooping and didn’t even ask—just stood up, grabbed your hand, and tugged you gently to your feet.

"Bedtime." he muttered gruffly.

"Keeg—I'm fine." you grumbled half-heartedly.

He gave you a look over his shoulder. A look that said: You're coming. One way or another.

You sighed dramatically but followed him back toward his quarters.

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Once inside, you expected him to immediately tuck you back into bed like some overbearing nursemaid. Instead, he pushed you gently but firmly against the door the second it closed, pinning you with his body.

You gasped quietly, feeling his hands sliding down your sides—gripping your thighs, hiking you up around his waist.

"You've been good." he murmured, voice dark and rough. "Think you deserve a little reward, sweetheart."

You bit your lip hard as he nipped at your neck, grinding slowly up against you.

"Fuck, Russ..." you breathed out.

He just hummed in approval, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you across the room like you weighed nothing.

"Gonna make you forget all about that soreness." he muttered against your skin as he dropped you back onto the mattress. "Gonna make you think about me instead."

You swallowed thickly, heart hammering in your chest. And as Keegan leaned over you, his hands already working to peel your clothes off slow and teasing—

You realized that no matter how much time passed, 
how healed you got, how strong you thought you were— 

You'd always be completely fucking wrecked for him.