Request: Could you possibly do #30 with Keanu Reeves please? Keanu distracts the reader on set and it results in her getting hit in the head by an incoming basketball or something. Keanu feels extremely bad afterwards and follows you around the set to make sure you remain safe the rest of the day. You keep telling him you're fine but he still wants to keep you protected. Thanks!

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Word Count: 775

Prompt:

#30 — "How was I supposed to know what would happen?"

"You did a great job last scene," the director complimented as the workers who fixed up your looks were briefly working on you. "during this scene, I'm going to have Tim over there throw you the basketball..."

You kept your main focus on the director as he was explaining the directions how this scene was going to play out. It seemed like it would be a fun one to do, unfortunately the guy you liked wasn't going to be in this scene. Keanu was watching you from afar, waiting for the director to stop talking to you so he could pop in and speak to you. Keanu spotted that the director was sidetracked by another one of the actors and took that opportunity to rush up to you and talk to you before the scene started.

He approached you, calling out your name, receiving a bright smile from you. Keanu always brightened your day with his jokes and stories. He was the only actor on set who kept you from being bored all day.

"You did a great job last scene [Y/N]," he complimented like your director. "I was wondering if after you're done shooting this scene, I mean, if you would want to, I could take you um...I can maybe—"

"Yes Keanu," you answer, giving a small chuckle from his nervousness. "I'll be happy to go out to lunch with you."

Keanu's face lit up with a smile. "Well, great! So uh, do you know whe—"

"[Y/N] LOOK OUT!"

You turn around, only to get a face full of basketball seconds later. Everyone on the set inhaled sharply as they watched you plummet straight to the ground, but nobody reacted as badly as Keanu. Keanu threw his arms out, attempting to catch you, but missed you by a second. The sharp pain throbbed on your forehead as you hit the ground. You roll over onto your back and moan in discomfort once the pain really hit.

Keanu immediately lowered himself down to your level and asked if you were okay, but his voice sounded faint. The thundering footsteps of everyone approaching you were clearly heard within your head.

"Keanu, why would you distract her like that?" a voice called out. "If she was paying attention, she would have caught that!"

"How was I supposed to know what would happen?" keanu defended unhappily. "I didn't know someone was going to throw the basketball at her!"

"I'm...fine..." you slowly respond, now sitting up. Keanu outstretched his arm behind you, just in case you fell back down. "I'm okay..."

You try to get up, but Keanu strictly commanded you to stay put as he stood up. He put down his hand and you take it. He delicately lifted you up off the ground and held you close once you stood up to make sure you maintained balance.

"I'll take care of you [Y/N]," keanu said, carefully leading you off set. "I'm sorry about that, I wasn't aware of the fact that someone was going to throw you a basketball."

"You're fine Keanu, it's not your fault," you reassure, finally reaching your seat. "I was supposed to be paying attention."

"I think the only blamable person here is Tim."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his response. Keanu always knew what to say to lighten the mood. Keanu helped you into your seat and exhaled sorrowfully as he saw the large bruise that was created on top of your forehead.

"I'll go get an ice pack," keanu said, backing away. "don't move [Y/N]!"

Keanu turned and sped off set to go retrieve an ice pack. Time passed and Keanu stuck by your side the entire time you were off set. He followed you around the set like a little puppy and made sure that you wouldn't get hurt for the rest of the day. He expanded the lunch date until tomorrow when you were going to feel better.

The director sent you home early, and Keanu was willing to drive you home, but you reassured him that you were going to be alright.

"Are you sure [Y/N]?" keanu asked, continuing to follow you toward your car. "I'll even drive your car to your place."

"Keanu, I appreciate your protective side, but I can drive myself home," you stated, turning to face him. "I live like ten minutes away. I'll be okay."

Keanu stepped one step closer to you and intertwined his hands with yours, staring deep into your eyes.

"Please be safe [Y/N]," keanu begged, lightly squeezing your hands. "I don't want to see you get hurt ever again."

You shyly smile at his words. "Will do Keanu."

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