I lay in bed at night and think to myself "wow I wish there were more 80s imagines out there" then it hit me like the terminator on steroids...or a crane kick from Daniel larusso a little voice said " rose why don't you make them and provide imagine...
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Anger and worried. That's all you felt as you folded the laundry waiting for your husband to arrive home, the pouring rain outside making your worries grow. He (against your will) had left earlier this morning on a motorcycle ride while it's pouring the rain outside, you tried hard to convince him to stay home because you was Afraid he'd wreck. The roads was slick and it was foggy out, what ever possessed him to think today was a good day for a ride, you didn't know. But boy when he gets home was you gonna let the poor sweethearted man have it.
The sound of the front door downstairs creaking open was heard, your eyes flick up to the clock on your bedroom wall, sighing when you saw it was 9pm nearly 10. You place one of his plain t-shirts down in the dresser drawers. The sound of his footsteps approaching then the bedroom door opens and in walks a half-smiling Keanu, his leather jacket wet, his hair was a little wet but not that much. His dark brown eyes held this happiness that you wish you could feel at this moment upon seeing his beautiful self, if it was any other time you would have been turned on by how stunning he looked. But now that you knew he was alright and didn't wreck, all worry was replaced with pure absolute anger.
Did he know that?. yes, yes he did, the moment he walked out the door he knew his lovely wife was pissed at him for leaving this morning but he wanted so bad to go for a ride considering he hasn't been out riding in a good while. And so since he knew his wife had quite the temper he stayed out longer hoping shed cool off, but seeing the fire in her y/e/c eyes, he knew he was a dead man.
" y/n before you start- " he was rudely cut off on his apology as you threw one of your shirts at him, it hit his muscular chest and fell to the floor as he sighs.
" You! are an idiot! " you nearly yell at him. He nods slowly and just stands there looking at the floor. " You! could have! wreck Keanu! It's freaking! Storming outside! " you say, not quite yelling but still very, very angry with him.
" c'mon y/n I wouldn't have wrecked " he said quietly, his deep voice holding slightl irritation, " and you're over exaggerating, it's not storming its lightly raining " he defends, but it seems the world is against the poor man as a loud clap of thunder sounds out, making you glare at him.
" lighty raining hmm? " you sarcastically ask, a hand on your hip. He sighs and watches as you storm past him and go downstairs. Finishing up on your nightly routine of cleaning. You start putting clean dishes up as he speaks once more.
" you can't stay mad at me forever." He spoke in his deep low voice that he knew had you melt for him every time, all except right now.
" trust me reeves, I'm not even sleeping in the same room with you tonight " you spit out. He deeply sighs and walks toward you, stopping just mere inches from your angry little self.
" I'm sorry okay! I just really wanted to go for a ride today! " he exclaims, his pouty little eyes nearly getting to you.
" I don't care! You know I hate you being on the damn thing even when it's not raining! It scares me keanu! Especially when its storming and you're out all night without even contacting me! " you yell, tears wailing up in your eyes as your lip trembles. You quickly scurried past him and up stairs. Throwing yourself on the bed.
