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Premise: You were born a Slayer. It's in your blood, you've been trained to kill monsters your whole life. You have no mercy especially when it comes to Vampires, those blood sucking nightmares that lurk in the shadows. You've had no problems as a young Slayer so far, killing mostly young Vampires as well. That is until you meet John. He's so much more powerful than you, and he wants you for reasons he may not even understand. All John knows is that he's drawn to you, beyond even the sweetness of your blood. All you know is that he won't leave your dreams and you ache for his touch despite yourself. The strange connection between the two of you perplexes you both, and in a game of cat and mouse you end up more confused about your place as a Slayer than ever before...

With the help of some friendly faces, you can conquer anything.

Tags/CW: KEANUVERSE (multiple keanu characters in one), Vampire!John Wick, Slayer!Reader, enemies to ???, hunted/hunter dynamics, prey/pred dynamics, age gap (21/???), dubcon, power dynamics, John Constantine is your best slayer friend, asshole!Constantine, protective!Constantine, love triangle?, roommate!Ted Logan, himbo!Ted, sensitive!Ted, Best Friend!Ted, childhood friends ted Logan x you, loser!neo, witchy!neo, past lives, reincarnation troupes, part one.

Author's Note: That's it. We're doing it, folks. Full Top 5 Keanuverse supernatural AU. We got Vampire!John Wick, Slayer!Constantine, Roommate and ???!Ted Logan, Demon!Kevin, and last but not least, Hacker!Neo to help you along the way. This is the Halloween 2023 finale of the ages. Hope to see you all there ʚ♥︎ɞ

You could sense it. You knew you were being hunted. That's what made you different from all the other humans that walked this city alone at night, like helpless sheep or cattle grazing about from one place to the next. Instead, the hair on your neck raised, the tingle on your back reverberated throughout your body, and you could feel the cold stare like two little pin pricks on your shoulder blades. A vampire was hunting you.

You know not to fret, not to show any sign that you know it's back there, the monster that seeks you out. No, you must play pretend, act as if you're no different from the other humans that walk sporadically alongside you on this chilled October night. The leaves play along, rustling with your step, crunching despite the fact that you know, if you really wanted, you could walk as silently as the night. You let your body stay fluid and calm, walking and looking ahead towards your destination, an alleyway. You turn into it, and you feel the coldness spread across your shoulders, knowing the vampire is nearer than ever before. You slide your hand into your leather jacket, pulling out your wooden stake and turning, aimed and ready.

You see him, the monster that's hunted you. He's older, at least by his human looking age, but you have no idea how old he may be in vampire years. He wears a black on black suit, and his eyes gleam red at you. You can see the bloodlust in his eyes, and by the lack of surprise at your stake, he must have known you were a Slayer. You lower your stance, ready for his attack, but he looks at you with intrigue.

"I have never smelled a Slayer so...delectable..." His voice is deep, husky and mature.

He raises an eyebrow at you while you grit your teeth at his comment, clearly taking this much more seriously than his nonchalance.

"Too bad you won't get a taste." You chide, trying to make your own voice sound as in control and threatening as his.

You watch as your breath materializes in the cold of the night, while the Vampire across from you shows no such signs. The moments tick by as you consider what to do, questioning if you should strike first, but knowing that's what he wants.

"Go ahead, Slayer, take your best shot..." He tempts you, and your body stiffens, rigid and ready to strike.

"You first," you throw back.

"If you insist..." The Vampire replies.

Before you can say any other snide comments, he's dashed forward, so fast you can barely detect it. You let out an aggravated breath and launch back, away from what's chasing you. The Vampire laughs and before you can fight him off, he's grabbed your neck, pressing you into the brick wall of the alley.

"I like a woman who tells me what she wants..." He whispers into your ears, a deep chuckle resonating.

The feeling of his cold breath across your neck sends chills down your body, you feel as if it's just you and this creature, your vision tunneling to the two of you. The way your throat is being held sends butterflies to your stomach, and you squirm in his grip. You usually aren't defeated so quickly. He must be very old, and very powerful, that much is evidenced by how fast he was able to move and pin you. You can't believe you underestimated him. You hope you won't pay for it.

"What are you waiting for..." You grimace, knowing the Vampire is so close to your neck, but making no move to bite.

Your only hope now is that if he does bite you, maybe he'll be distracted enough by your taste for you to use the stake you still grip in your hand. Your hand hurts from how tightly you're holding it.

"I like to play with my prey, dear..." You hear his deep voice answer finally, a cold hand stroking the side of your cheek. You flinch away, but he keeps going, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Why don't you just submit to me..." his voice is smooth like velvet now, his red eyes mesmerizing.

Slayers are harder to hypnotize than regular humans, but with a vampire this powerful, you feel his mind probing yours, dancing along the outside, looking for a way in. You've trained enough to know how to keep your mind locked, but your stomach turns while you squirm, wondering if it's enough. You're young for a Slayer, only just turned 21, and you're certain a Vampire this old will use any trick he has picked up over the years against you. You turn your head, trying to look away from that sultry red gaze. Your heart quickens and your breath gets away from you.

"I love it when they resist...it makes it that much more entertaining." He keeps your head in place, a grip on your chin now, stopping you from looking away.

You shake, your body frightened, unable to control the fear that courses through your veins right now. You can't believe you were stupid enough to let this happen. You try to keep your eyes away from his, but the world behind him darkens until there's nothing but him holding you to anything. You feel as if the universe has floated away, and the creature before you is your only hope to stay grounded. You blink as much as you can, trying to get away, but it's happening, he's found a way in. He begins to flood your mind, and you want to scream when you sense what he's doing to you.

"I want you to like this as much as me..." His voice is no longer coming from his mouth, instead directly surfacing in your mind.

The Vampire tightens his grip on your throat just so, in the perfect way, and you can't stop the moan that escapes your mouth.

"I can tell every little thing that turns you on...so predictable for a human such as yourself to want to be dominated. I don't know why you resist so much when even your most basic instincts want this..." You want to thrash against him, yell out, spit in his face if you could.

Instead, you find yourself growing wetter between your legs as the Vampires hands move to roam your body. One draws all the way down your neck to your breast, sizing them up and enjoying the feel of them. Another moan escapes you, floating up into the night air quietly. The worst part was, somewhere deep down, you knew you have craved to be touched like this. You fight the thought, you hate that he can hear them, and you hope with anger that he knows it was never a monster that you wanted to be touched by.

"So busy, learning how to kill creatures like me, never having any time to make the connections necessary to get this far with anyone else." He teases you, a smile showing just how large his fangs have grown.

His long, dark hair tousled by the chilly night breeze, he and the night are both uncaring for your torment. You hate how hot your body becomes from his freezing touch. You can only melt there, like liquid in his grasp, whining out as he touches you more and more. You feel a hand snake between your thighs, and your eyes waiver from how good it feels.

"Submit, and I will make this all be over..." The voice commands, asking so perfectly you consider agreeing. The vampire's mouth opens, fangs inhumanly long, claws wrapped around your neck, eyes glowing red, hungry for you.

Just as you're on the verge of it all, the edge looking so comforting to jump from, you hear a voice call out. A tiny voice, that of a child talking to their mother.

"Mommy! Look! A monster!" The child has spotted the vampire, and as you look to see the creature's reaction, you see that there's no one holding you to the wall anymore. All presence of the Vampire is gone, only the shadowy memory of his grip on your mind remains.

"That's not very nice to say about her." The woman responds to her child after seeing you in the alleyway, still a bit dazed.

The woman ushers the child along, and disappears, onto her own life. You try to regain your body. The world is becoming brighter and bigger all at once, and the feeling makes your stomach sick. You feel the vertigo from the experience wash over you, but you know you have to keep going before he comes back. You stumble forward, each step becoming more controlled until you're breaking out into a run towards your apartment, mind not thinking over if that's a good idea or not. You head inside feeling more lost than ever about what's happened.

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"I don't know, it's like nothing I've ever faced before..." You whisper across the coffee table, not wanting to admit your defeat tonight.

Your confidant about the slayer world, Constantine, sips his black coffee thoughtfully. He's the only other person in this new city you moved to that you know you can trust with such things. Unfortunately, he had a tendency to be an asshole as well.

"I don't know why you would go into that alley by yourself," he chides. "You should have called me at least..."

He adds the last part, and you remember that as much as he can be a dick about things, he also tends to be quite protective of you, in his own way.

"I know, I just..." You pause, looking for the right words. "I didn't think it would be such a powerful Vampire, I haven't seen one in the city since..."

You begin to speak, but the words fall in the air.

"Since," Constantine finishes. "Since the night we met..."

It was a disaster. You ended up accidentally messing up Constantine's biggest kill of his career. He has hunted the Old One for almost a year before you decided to move, and here you are, waltzing in at the wrong time. Constantine had to choose between saving you, a Slayer who was a stranger to him, or finally finishing off what he had started.

You owed him big time.

"Well, in the spirit of not having it end like last time, maybe you better let me take over the case." He says sarcastically, his voice gruff to try to get his way.

"I prefer it if we work on it together..." You admit.

"And you get your ass almost chewed up and spit out again? I don't think so." He scoffs.

"I doubt he will stop hunting me, you could even use me as bait if you really wanted." You were always great with coming up with ideas, but acting on them was a different matter.

"Hm..." Constantine thinks for a moment. "We'll see about that one."

He stands, walking over to your kitchen, which was basically in your living room of the tiny apartment, and pouring out his cup in your sink. He walks towards the door and grabs his long black trench coat, getting it on.

"I'll look into this vampire, see if I can't get a read on who he is in the monster world." Constantine says.

"I want you to make sure you stay inside tonight though." he continues, then looks at you before leaving. "And please, next time give me a call if something like that is going on."

He leaves before you can respond, and soon enough you're left all alone in your tiny apartment.

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You toss and turn in bed all night, sweaty despite the cold October air slipping through your bedroom window. You try to sleep, but every time that darkness takes you, you dream of red eyes. Red eyes that hunger for you, sharp teeth that desire your flesh, you feel as if you're on fire from the touch of such cold hands.

You wake once more with a jolt as you dream of those fangs piercing your tender neck. As you look about your dark bedroom, eyes unfocused, your breath seizes in your throat as you think you see him. That long hair, well kept beard, tempting eyes. You blink, rubbing sleep from your tired eyes, and when you look to the corner of your dark room, nothing is to be found. You think for a moment, and wonder if that gust of cold air was just the wind, or...?

You shake your head, trying not to be silly, and slipping from your damp from sweat sheets. You check the clock, and can hardly believe it's only half past 4 a.m.

Your bare feet pad across the cold wood floors of your apartment, and as you flick on the light in the living room, you hear the front door jingling.

You immediately feel your heart pick up, and you search the room for something to defend yourself with. You settle on a giant encyclopedia you keep on the bookshelf, wielding it and hiding just out of sight as the door opens.

As the intruder rounds the corner, you take them by surprise, your hands clutching the book and aiming for the head. You let out a yell as you go, and the intruder yells back, hands already out and grabbing the book from yours.

"Jeez! What's gotten into you?" You hear the familiar voice of your roommate, Ted.

You stare at him, the sleepless fogginess of your head starting to clear as you see him. You could cry after the night you've had, and Ted can tell just from looking at you. He takes the book, gently and softly, and places it on a nearby table. Then he slowly, ready for you to say no at any time, wraps two big arms around you, his sweatshirt soft and comfortable, his warmth radiating.

"I'm so sorry, Ted..." Your voice quivers and tears begin to flow from the stress and how kindly Ted is treating you after almost bashing him.

"Shh..." His voice is deep, soothing. "It's okay. You don't have to talk right now."

And you don't. You let Ted lead you to the couch, settling into him and his musky scent. You have always been able to count on him, even though he knows nothing about the slayer world you live in. He's been your best friend since forever, meeting you as children in school. He is no stranger for being a shoulder to cry on, and he never expects anything in return besides your own support and friendship. That's what you've always loved about him.

And now, you're glad for his presence more than ever. For some reason, despite Ted being only human, you feel so safe in his strong arms. You always have.

Ted relaxes you, petting your back and hair softly. He puts on your favorite movie, knowing it by heart by now, and let's you slowly drift back to sleep while laying on his chest. Listening to his deep, rhythmic breathing soothes you more than you knew you needed it. You fall back into a dreamless sleep, no nightmares of fangs or flesh to be found, and you are grateful.

You don't know when, but sometime near sunrise, Ted gently picks you up, taking you back to your room, and tucking you in. You sleep well despite how late in the day it's gotten.

When you awake, it's well past noon, and you groan, stretching and shaking off the deep sleep. Your body thanks you for taking it slow this morning, or afternoon really, and you once again pad back out to the kitchen. This time with less nightmare fueled stress.

When you do, Ted is eating the largest bowl of cereal you can imagine out of a mixing bowl. When he sees you, he grins, trying to swallow his mouthful of Reese's Puffs.

"Hey, Sunshine!" He greets you using the nickname he gave you as a kid.

"Morning, Moonbeam..." You reply with a yawn and another stretch you didn't know you had in you.

You feel better in Ted's presence, even now. You shine his goofy smile right back at him and hop up on the counter next to him.

"So, any plans for the day?" Ted asks, still housing his bowl of cereal.

"Not really, taking it easy I guess." You lie, knowing that in reality, you have to prepare after last nights attack, but Ted can't know that. Even if you wish he could...

"Sounds like a plan! Me and Bill are going down to the arcade later if you want to join!" He always offers to let you get in on his "bro time" with Bill. Sometimes you accept, but you have a lot of work to do today.

"You guys go on ahead, I think I need to recoup after last night." Ted nods, and you know he won't ask, but you can tell he's curious about what happened. You keep your mouth closed, instead hopping off the counter to start some coffee.

The two of you enjoy the rest of breakfast talking about normal topics, like how Ted is ready to finally get that high score in Tetris. You enjoy being able to talk about such things with someone, it makes you feel normal again, if only for a few moments.

Soon enough, a knock comes to the door, and you jump, despite yourself. Ted looks at you with a sympathetic smile, and starts off to the door.

"I'll get it, Sunshine..." Ted says softly as he walks by you.

You know immediately as the door opens, it's Bill. The two boys woop and woof at each other, practically barking like dogs as they amp each other up to finally win at this or that game. Ted bounces back into the kitchen, grabbing his keys as he does.

"You call me and let me know if you need anything, okay?" Ted says, waiting for you to nod, then smiles and says his goodbyes before excitedly heading out with Bill.

You can hear them bolting and howling down the hall until the sound fades away to silence.

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You've spent the rest of the day trying to find anything to keep your mind off of the vampire and what he might be doing right about now. You would say sleeping, as the day wanes on still. It's hard to imagine such an evil creature could sleep, though. You watch out the window as the sky turns to orange, the fall season setting the sun so early now. Orange turns to pink, and then purple, and before you know it, darkness has set upon the world once again.

You hate waiting around. You feel restless, and as you pace your apartment, you begin to feel strange. Your body feels so different, as if it's not even your own. You decide to go to the bathroom, flicking on the yellow light, and walking before the mirror over your sink.

You catch sight of your face, and how gaunt and thin it looks. It's you, you know that's you looking back at yourself. On a deeper level, you know that's just not true. You feel so confused, and reach up to touch your face when you see the other woman in the mirror move.

You stumble back, and as you do, she mouths something at you. You can't quite catch what she's trying to tell you, but you think you see her say, "Help him..."

You rush from the bathroom, and your eyes try to stay away from anything reflective.

You call Constantine, even as your stomach clenches from the idea.

"What?" His voice answers and you feel the strangeness start to subside.

"I just...I thought I saw something." You blurt out, not knowing what to say, or how to explain.

"Saw what? The vampire?" He asks, and the concern is obvious in his voice.

"No, not him..." You bite your lip, holding the phone to your head with a grip, your body curling up into the couch. "I thought I saw...well, it doesn't matter."

"Alright, well, I'm still working on figuring this all out, I'll be back over when I can." You can tell he's trying to be reassuring, but it's not really helping.

"It's okay...I think," you pause on what you want to say next, feeling conflicted inside. "I think I just needed to hear your voice..."

Constantine's line is silent for a moment, then he speaks.

"I'm glad it helped then. I'll be back soon." He seems genuinely surprised by your comment, but happy to have made things easier on you either way.

You hang up, and sit there on the couch, dazed and unsure of what to do with yourself. Eventually, you turn on some television, and find yourself falling asleep, despite how hard you try to keep your eyes open.

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You don't know when it started, but you're walking, moving with your eyes closed, and your body finding it's way towards the door of your balcony. You want to wake up, will yourself to stop, but you continue, and the hold on your mind is such an iron grip that you know you're too weak to stop it. You can only just barely open your eyes, seeing through your long lashes as you unlock the balcony door, the wind picking up and opening it.

Outside, in the night, he stands there, looking for you.

The vampire is on your balcony now, his dark hair whipping in the wind. He wears his dark suit, and he reaches out a gloved hand to you. You want to run from him, but your body betrays you. You come closer as he coaxes you with two fingers. It's as if something else has taken over your mind, and is making the decision to go forward for you. You hate how helpless you feel, as if your own body is just a shell that you're residing in. As you get closer you can see him clearly standing there, as if he was some sort of prince of the night, coming to rescue his fair Juliet.

You feel his arms snake around your waist, bringing you in. He smells of pine and metal, a smoky scent mixed somewhere in the middle. The one holding your mind swoons for the smell, and you can't help but feel enchanted as well. You find your body leaning into his, holding on as if he could be your salvation.

But when you look up into those red eyes of his, you know you have everything to fear in his presence.

"My sweet...have you returned to me?" His voice is tender, but he looks at you hungrily.

You open your mouth to say something, and what comes out is not your voice, not your words.

"Yes, my love..."

The vampire grins, and you feel as if the spider has truly captured the fly, unable to unweave yourself from his web.

As you try to will yourself to wake up, wake up, wake up...

John dips you lower, moving your hair from your neck, and his fangs baring sweetly.

"And now, we shall never be apart again..." His eyes look deeply into yours, and it feels as if he's speaking to your very soul. You gasp and he leans in, dragging his teeth across the sensitive flesh of your neck.

Just as he's prepared to bite, you jolt awake. You're still on the couch, the TV still running, and you try to find your bearings. You have no idea how it felt so real, how you felt like a prisoner of your own mind. You tell yourself it was just a dream, but you're scared to fall back asleep at this point, despite being so exhausted by the whole situation.

You look about the room, still feeling so watched, and see that the balcony door is ajar, just slightly, letting the cool breeze in.

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You hear a knock at the door. You stand cautiously, and carefully tiptoe to see who's there through the peephole.

It's Constantine, standing in his usual dark trench coat and suit, finishing the end of a cigarette.

"I know you're there, let me in already." He grumbles, and you remember that he's a much older, more trained Slayer than you.

You sigh, your small piece of a normal morning fading away as you unlock the door.

"Good morning, Constantine." You say with a smile, and he stops and takes a long look at you.

"Rough night, huh?" He assesses then, without waiting for you, barges into your apartment. Typical.

"Oh yes! Please after you!" You say sarcastically past the fact, rolling your eyes.

"We have a lot of work to do, and you're still in your pajamas. Please save the sarcasm for someone who's not helping your sorry ass, Princess." He throws the last word at you, a nickname he's been using on you to your great displeasure.

"Fine," you grumble under your breath, your arms folding across your chest. "What have you got for me?"

"So," Constantine starts, already in your kitchen and helping himself to his own black coffee. "I talked to Neo and he got me some info on the vampire who wants to take a bite out of you."

Constantine says the last part as he sips on his drink, obvious now that he's as tired as you.

"And?" You sit in the living room and Constantine joins you before continuing.

"And you're lucky to have made it back with your skin, Princess." he scoffs.

"That bad?" You look at him with sheepish dread.

"You seem to have drawn the attention of John Wick. A vampire they nicknamed Baba Yaga, or The Boogeyman." You feel a chill run through you at the name, Constantine continues.

"Looks like this vampire is pretty old. Almost getting near a 1000 years if our research was right. We looked into what people are saying about him, and it seems he is an overly skilled hunter, usually working as an assassin within the vampire hierarchy. What he wants with you, I have no clue." Constantine takes another deep sip as you digest what he's told you.

"So why call him the Baba-? What was it again?"

"Baba Yaga, it's Russian." Constantine interjects.

"Yeah, Baba whatever, Boogeyman and all that."

"Because besides being a nightmare to fuck with," Constantine starts with a scoff. "He also is highly skilled in mind manipulation, particularly dreams."

That explained the dreams you've been having lately, at least. The fact that he can so easily manipulate your mind makes your stomach churn. You stay quiet for a moment, contemplating all this new information. You're happy you had a light breakfast, your stomach now turning at the thought of how easily you could have died last night. It sours more as you think about what Constantine has told you.

"So...." You start, afraid to speak it.

"So, is he after you?" Constantine speaks it for you, and you nod, afraid to know the answer.

Constantine's face drops a little, concern sullying it.

"I'm afraid so. It looks like whatever this vampire begins hunting, he has a near perfect track record of obtaining." His voice is deeper, softer, lacking any sarcasm or wit that he usually holds. You watch as he swallows hard, looking at you with pity.

"What, you're already giving up on me?" You say with dismay at his attitude. You've never known him to be one to act like this.

"No! Of course not!" He seems to try to snap out of the somber tone. "But, it's not going to be easy. We will have to think up a perfect way to either kill him or at least get him to stop hunting you."

"How do we know he's still hunting me now?" You blurt out, wanting this to already be over.

"I could smell the scent of him even a block away. He's been patrolling your apartment all night." Your stomach drops. You can't believe you didn't pick that up. What lousy Slayer skills you have in comparison, you're suddenly very grateful to have Constantine on your side. Even if he is an asshole most of the time.

"Right. So...what do we do?" It's the only thing to say at this point.

"First off, I don't want you anywhere at night alone, you got that?" You can tell Constantine is going into protector mode as he talks, his voice stern and his face gravely serious. You nod.

"Second, Neo gave me some runes and tools to try out. From his research, it seems that these should work for warding off vampires and evil presences. We'll start with that today, then head over to his place to do some more research." You feel better knowing Constantine has this planned out.

You trust him enough to keep you safe, especially since his saving of your life is what your whole relationship is built on.

You two get started, etching runes and sigils in the wood work of the doorframes and floors. You pass smoldering herbs around the apartment, and take the time to say all the Latin spell work correctly. By the time you're done, the house smells wonderful and you feel a bit more at ease.

You change into a more acceptable outfit for a Slayer, consisting of thick blue jeans, and your signature black leather jacket. Your jacket, of course, has all you will need should you encounter another vampire. You made sure to packet properly this time. You hope you won't need to use it.

As soon as you're ready, Constantine takes you to Neo's place.

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Apartment wasn't really a good word to describe Neo's place. It was more of a hovel. It was cramped, and placed in the sub sub-basement of a real apartment complex. You were half sure it was only there for storage and somehow Neo had taken up residency without anyone's knowledge. He had it packed with computers and tech, the other half scribbled with sigils and runes across the walls. It was somewhere between a witchy tarot shop, and a one man internet cafe. The lights from his computer displays cast a neon green glow across the cramped hole, and you had to watch for stacks of old tomes as you walked in behind Constantine.

Like Constantine, Neo loved cigarettes, one hanging out of his mouth, one behind his ear at the ready. He leaned back in his computer chair, looking at the two of you with deep bags under his eyes but a grin on his face. He looked like he needed a month's worth of sleep and a clean shave at the very least, his stubble's shadow well past 5 o'clock.

"Hello, hello, my Slayer friends...what brings you here this afternoon..." He yawns between a few words, stretching and standing from his chair to greet you.

"Same as last night." Constantine says gruffly, he's never really had the time for Neo's antics.

"Ah, yes. Baba Yaga..." He says with fake fright of the name. "What do you wish to know?"

"How to get rid of him!" You speak up, more than ready to find a solution to all of this.

"Hmm...and what do you mean by that? You want to know how to kill him? Stake through his heart, you know that much, Slayer." He chides you and makes a 'tutting' noise.

Constantine slams a hand down on his desk.

"You know what she means, now what else have you found out about the bastard? I didn't pay you to work all night for nothing." He growls, but keeps his teeth at bay. He's not ready to get completely on Neo's bad side.

"Alright, alright." Neo lifts his hands up in defense, and continues. "I found only one other slayer who had come in contact with him and lived."

"And..?" You don't think your eyes could get bigger, you look at Neo with such hope for a good answer.

"And...they're dead now. Not from John Wick however, natural causes..." Neo gives the bad news with sympathy.

"Great, so you've learned nothing." Constantine grumbles and takes out his own cigarette to anxiously and stoically light.

"Not nothing." Neo informs. "I think from my research I may have found some field notes about the encounter. It seems that Wick had hunted this slayer, but was finally deterred from killing them. I have no clue how, but supposedly I know a guy who might just have that journal. It seems the other Slayer was really big on keeping notes, thank god..."

Constantine seems to have simmered down with that reveal, blowing out a long held puff of smoke.

"Alright, so who's got the notes?" You ask, once again starting to feel hopeful about the whole situation.

"Kevin Lomax." As soon as Neo utters the name, Constantine is swearing again.

"Not goddamn Kevin fucking Lomax..." He grumbles as he begins to put on his trenchcoat.

"You know the guy?" You ask quizzically.

"Know him? I've tried to slay his demon ass for the past ten years. Fucker always gets the better of me..." He's already headed out the door, tossing Neo a money clip as he goes.

"Hey! Wait up!" You say, quickly headed for him as he continues to curse this Kevin Lomax character under his breath.

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Midnight's bar was somewhere Constantine has banned you from, both verbally and with the bouncer. You'd tried before to go and found yourself more than embarrassed when the bouncer laughed at you. Constantine scolded you, telling you it was no place for a slayer so young. You knew this is where the best tips came from though, and were eager to get a look inside.

As Constantine walked up to the bouncer, he held a card, not facing the two of you. Constantine clearly spoke what was on the other side of the card, he was so much better than you at using his slayer powers. When the bouncer tried to stop you at the door, Constantine stepped in.

"She's with me."

"Alright, you sure she's ready to head in there?" He asked, looking you up and down with a face of disbelief.

"She's going to have to be, no other choice..." Constantine said simply, and the bouncer nodded, on to better things.

The bar was seedier than you imagined. You walked in, and saw so many different types of supernatural's mingling. You were surprised that they were allowed to coexist here. You spotted demons, horns and tails all out in the open, greedily drinking at the bar. Angel's sat next to them, soft feathery wings flapping gently as they spoke. Vampire's danced and a few turned to look at you, smelling the air as you walked in.

"Is it safe for me to be here...?" You asked, now seeing why Constantine didn't want you to come earlier.

"There is a strict rule of peace here. That doesn't mean a demon or a vampire couldn't tempt you into saying 'yes' to whatever sick ideas they cook up." He says over his shoulder at you as he walks.

"So if they say yes..." You say as you eye a vampire slowly draining a young angel in a dark corner of the bar.

"Then you're free game." Constantine says with distaste for the sight you're looking at.

"Oh..." You say nothing else and follow him into a back room.

He goes through velvet doorways until he comes to one with the words "Mr. Lomax" printed on them in gold. It must be his office.

Constantine pounds on the door.

When it opens, you're surprised to see that the demon is younger, maybe early thirties by his look. He's well dressed, a black, expensive looking suit with snake skin cowboy boots as well. He smiles widely, a toothpick hanging out of his mouth.

"Well, howdy there Constantine, come for another round?" His speech is filled with a southern drawl, the sound warm and full. He seems cocky, especially with how he meets Constantine.

"Not now, Lomax." Constantine seems put out by the demon. "I've come to ask you a favor."

"A favor! Out of my dear old slayer friend? From little ol' me? Why...I never!" He sure was dramatic. He really was ready to make this hard on Constantine.

"It's not for me, it's for her." Constantine nods to you, and you see the demon's eyes run across your body. You shiver as your mind finds itself fantasizing about what's under that suit of his, then shake it off, knowing his black eyes are making the thoughts dance around in your pretty little head.

"Well, anything for a pretty woman such as yourself, darlin'..." He winks and let's the two of you into his office.

It's black, with shades of brown and red sometimes making it into the design. Gold accents any metal and you get the sense Mr. Lomax enjoys the finer things in life. You sit down next to Constantine in chairs across the desk. The demon props those cowboy boots up on the desk and leans back in his chair, hands behind his head.

"Well, what can Mr. Lomax do for you?" He says, seeming relaxed and cocky.

"We have the need for a journal. I know you love collecting different magical items, and I heard you might have it." Constantine speaks as if he's playing a game of poker with the other man, never quite letting him see everything.

"And what journal might that be?" Mr. Lomax raises an eyebrow and chews thoughtfully on his toothpick.

"That of a slayer who had an encounter with John Wick." Constantine says carefully, unsure if he is giving away too much.

"Please tell me you haven't gotten mixed up with thee John Wick, Constantine..." The demon sits up, taking his feet off the desk and leaning in with concern. He puts the toothpick down in a nearby golden ashtray.

"We just need the journal." Constantine tries not to get off topic.

The demon then looks at you, and looks back at Constantine, then doubles back to you. A grin swipes across his face. He slaps his knee and laughs.

"Don't tell me...SHE'S got John's attention!" Kevin laughs and Constantine says nothing. "She DOES! Oh my..."

Mr. Lomax looks at you with pity.

"Oh, dear. You've barked up the wrong tree, one that you can't even see what lurks at the top, haven't you?" He scans your face with interest. "Of course Wick is after you, you look just like her..."

He says the last part softly then sighs. Constantine seems to be getting irritated by the whole thing.

"Look, we need the book. That's all. Not your commentary." Constantine's words are pointed.

"Constantine...you'll need more help than just a book. Let me see what I can do for you." Suddenly, the devilish man is much softer as he speaks.

He picks up his phone and rings for someone, then when they answer, asks for the journal to be brought. He sets the phone down carefully and looks at the two of you with concern.

"It won't be easy, what you're going to need to do, darlin'..." He addresses you again, his hands neatly folded on the dark, wooden desk.

"And what is that...?" You say with confusion, glancing at Constantine for help, but he's lighting another cigarette angrily.

"Well, you'll have to find his soft spot. But doing that to someone like John Wick is no easy task." He seems to be trying to gently tell you.

"What are you on about? Just get it out!" You've become fed up with the games and running about. You want to know how to defeat John Wick and now!

"Well, my dear...You'll have to seduce him." He says plainly with a sigh, as if there's no other answer.

"SEDUCE him? What kind of advice is that!" you spit, throwing your hands in the air. "Oh yes, let me go ahead and seduce thee Baba Yaga!"

You say the last part with sarcasm that could rival Constantine's, and they both look at each other before Constantine sighs.

"I was afraid this might happen..." He starts, smoke slipping out of his lips slowly.

"What!" You look at him with fury, your face reddening. "You're kidding me, you knew??"

"When I found out it was John Wick, and he had let you go...well, I had heard of this happening before, but only under one circumstance." Constantine says, his voice regretful from not confiding in you sooner.

"And that is?" You growl back at him, still so confused and angry.

Before he can respond, there is a knock at the door, and Mr. Lomax gets up to answer. A young woman hands him a book and he thanks her with a smile. He turns back to you two, holding up the book.

"This might answer your question... It's the diary of Elena, a once fellow slayer..." He says, holding out the book to you. "Flip until you find the photos..."

You do so and you heart drops. You look up at the two men, more confused than ever before, staring back down at the picture when they offer you nothing. What you see is, well, yourself.

That is to say, if you had been photographed in the late 1800s. And when you turn the page, there you are again, in a different decade. It continued on, until the last one, in the 90s. It could have been your mother, or a sister you didn't know you had, the women all looked so close to you. But you had never seen any of them in your life. What was this supposed to mean?

"I don't..." You start, then look up again to see the pity in both men's eyes, Constantine's more than just pitiful, but frightened as well.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, darlin'?" Mr. Lomax speaks, being able to break the news to you better than Constantine could ever.

"You've got to be kidding!" You say, standing without realizing it, completely in disbelief.

"Afraid not..." Mr. Lomax clears his throat before continuing. "You see, John Wick once took a wife. Her name was Helen. They lived a life of happiness, or so I've heard. That was until she was taken from him."

"And then what? She's just been reincarnating since?" You still can't believe what's being shared with you, and Constantine stands to steady you, your body shaking without realizing.

"Yes..." Constantine's rough voice whispers next to you. "And now that he's found you again, he won't let up until he has you..."

"But why would he want to harm me if that's true?" You say softly, looking back down at the photographs.

"A life of eternal pain and damnation can drive a man mad..." Mr. Lomax begins. "Believe me, I know."

You feel yourself sinking into Constantine deeper as the reality of all of this hits you harder. His body is lean, and chillier than you expected. He wraps an arm around your waist and holds you up.

"So, you're serious then. I have to seduce him and find his weak spot..." You whisper to no one in particular, your thoughts running from your mouth.

"If you need any help figuring out how to seduce a man, I am always at your service..." Kevin smiles and winks once more and Constantine shoots him a glare that could kill.

"Thank you for your help, but we will be on our way." Constantine said through gritted teeth as his hands moved to your shoulders to guide you out.

"Suit yourself! You were more than welcome to join in, Connie!" Kevin calls from his desk, once again alluding his incubus tendencies.

You two are already out the door however, and Constantine is grumbling about how he could kill "that idiot" in a heartbeat. You vaguely wonder about their history, but are more preoccupied with your place in all this.

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Constantine drops you back off at your apartment, and of course, goes off on his own to try and figure all of this out. You're not surprised he thinks you're too fragile to bring with him, but you wish he would let you handle your own fate a bit more. You also wish he wouldn't leave you alone right now when you need him so much. You wish you could tell him how deeply you feel for him, and how safe he makes you feel, but that's not something you think you can talk about with him. You're scared, and worst of all, you're scared if you show it too much and lean too heavy on him, Constantine might just run off. You know in your heart it's unlikely, but any attempt you'd made in the past to get close to him than the arms length he keeps you at, has been met with a frosty nature.

You sigh, trying to get your mind off Constantine.

You end up at your computer desk, your desk lamp illuminating the journal, and you begin to look into what Elena may be able to tell you...

"October 24th, 1992.

My heart is beating so fast, even now, as I write this. I know what I am doing is wrong, but John is irresistible. That man, no monster, has overtaken my mind, body, and soul. I feel such a deep connection with him, and I know Slayer's are not to mingle with the creatures they're supposed to kill, but how could I not?

He floods my mind, even when I sleep, and I dream of being her once more. The real Helen, the Helen that John originally fell in love with. That's the only reason he continues to torment me as such. If only there were a way to exorcise her spirit from my body, or split our souls from one another. I wonder still, if he would have nothing to do with me after, or if he can truly love the me I really am..."

You feel chills run down your spine. You wonder if Helen had the right idea. Are you two souls fused as one? Or are you simply Helen's soul that has forgotten where she came from? You wonder if Neo would be able to help with this at all, but read on nonetheless.

" October 27th, 1992.

My worst fears have come true. John feels for me, my soul, my mind, nothing. He only desires to break into my mind to restore his former love, Helen, into me. I feel so used. But I still feel love for him all the same and it hurts even more to know this. I need to talk to someone who knows about all this past life stuff, then maybe I can find my answers.

Either way, he beckons me, every night polluting my dreams with promises of love that I know are not true.

I need to speak with Helen. "

You wonder if John plans the same with you, and you feel sick. How easy it has been for him to play with you. And you have done nothing to stop it.

You go to the last entry.

"October 31th, 1992.

I held a mirror in front of the candle, just like the old witch informed me to do. I watched as the light flickered over my face, and finished the incantation she had told me. What I saw frightened me to my core. I saw my face change, subtly, then all at once I was someone else. Someone who was breathing different breaths, and thinking different thoughts. I called out to her, and asked her what she wanted from me.

She said "Do not be led into temptation, for my husband's heart hath grown wicked with grief and time. Save him, or save yourself. You cannot do both in this lifetime..."

I chose to save myself."

You stare at the page, then reread it to make sure you've truly understand what's being said. You wonder what she could have meant, and something deep inside of you stirs, it already knows.

You must decide the same for yourself.

Your curtains flutter at your window, and you feel a pull in your heart. You walk slowly over, peeking out into the cold night, and you know he's calling you. He can feel it, the part of you that's awakening after so long. And he wants you all the more for it. You gaze out into the darkness, and think you see the shape of him, of glowing red eyes that watch you with a thirst that's been building for ages. When you look deeper, you can only see shadows, and John's presence in your mind fades and dulls, but doesn't vanish.

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That night, you dream of him. His hands are on your body, but they don't take from you. They touch you softly, sweetly, and when you moan, it is in her voice. You see the memory, and see how different John used to be. His face holds no darkness, only love, and he whispers such sweet things to you as he kisses up your body. You don't feel the terror in your flesh as you did the night you met him. Instead you feel a love that seals up that hole inside of you. You've been searching for this your whole life. That's why you never ended up with anyone else, you couldn't. Not when half of your heart was taken by another. Not when her half of you will always be in love with John.

You dream of tenderness and light filled touches, and when you awaken, you feel so confused on what you're supposed to do.

You know John Wick is not going to go back to that, not easily at least.

And a part of you feels guilty for how much you wanted that feeling, that feeling of being so wanted and loved by John, when you know you also love another. You lay there in bed, contemplating what to do.

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You go to Neo on your own. He's the only person you know who wouldn't question your morality on the matter. You arrive at his apartment once more, and he looks you over with curiosity.

"You're different." He says plainly, eyes searching over your body.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Your hands cross over your chest as you ask.

"Nothing." he starts with a raised eyebrow. "Or maybe everything depending on your view."

"I don't have time for games, Neo. Please just help me with what I called you about." Your anxiety rises by the minute, and you start to feel like Constantine the way you're short with Neo right now.

"It's just...your aura's different." He keeps inspecting you and you remember that he is, indeed, apart of a long line of witches. "It's as if there's two colors dancing for dominance right now."

"I think I can guess why..." You say, looking to the floor as your fears are being realized.

"Ah, yes. The reincarnation you talked about on the phone..." Neo looks about his computer, the stands, trying to find something specific in his room.

"Here, come, sit..." He motions to a small table topped with a velvet cover.

You sit in a chair that's since better days, and finally Neo returns, sitting next to you. He lights a candle in the middle of the table and pulls out a deck of cards.

"I said I don't want to play any more games-" You begin, and Neo cuts you off with a look.

You keep your mouth shut and wait for him to help you. He lights a stick of incense, the smell deep and warm, you watch as he waives it across the deck, then himself, then you. You don't question him this time.

He whispers something to the deck, then knocks on it three times. He closes his eyes and speaks to you.

"I want you to think about what answer you're looking for. Think on it long and hard, and I will channel the answer for you." He seems so different than the computer nerd you're used to seeing. You're surprised by his skill.

You consider things carefully, then begin to think of your question. Neo waits, and finally he pulls some cards and places them around the candle.

"She wants you to know that if you're willing, she is as well." He mutters, and you listen carefully, the candle flickering as he speaks.

"That if it's love you seek, you may find it within him, but she can sense your heart feels safe elsewhere as well."

"You will have to make a choice, do you desire to be loved for an eternity, an immortal love that lives on within you. Or are you ready to break the tie and go forward on a new path with a love you may not know has bloomed or not."

You consider the words, and you feel just as lost as when you walked in. You know you should listen right now, but you have to speak.

"Please, Helen if that's you, I don't know what to do here..."

Neo's voice changes, and you feel as if Helen herself is speaking to you now.

"I am a drift, caught between the living and dead, my spirit living on within you, as a part of you. Some of you is me, and some of you is all the choices you've made in this life, all the mistakes and right things that have made you who you are. Please decide if you are ready to join as one and go forward, or if you wish to sever my connection to you so that you may be free. I cannot go on in this limbo, this purgatory, no longer..."

The sadness in the voice is overwhelming, and you feel it in your own chest. You watch as Neo comes down from his channeling, and he looks at you gravely. He says nothing, but looks at the cards laid out before him.

"You are in for a hell of a time, kid." He says, shaking his head.

"I think I know what she wants from me..." You whisper out and Neo nods.

"You do. Now, tell me what you will choose." He looks at you, and you can tell he cares for your opinion the most.

"I am a slayer after all." (Slayer route.)

"I have always felt as if I was missing something." (Sacrifice route.)

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transmascsonicthehedgehog · 3 months ago

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Idk I think I just ain't got any faith this time around cause SA2 is so delicately specific with it's moments that if one thing is missing (amy, rouge, the robotnik story, shadows revelation, the cool shit like L&L, that Battle intro sequence) it and yet I already feel like it's somewhat soured by the fact that we've yet to see the first 2 at all in the cinemaworld, barely anything with the second, and the 4th is so sparsely believed because the composer is deadset on making every track as mcu-ish as possible, which means forgettable and bland.

All without saying that we also aren't sure if we're gonna get an actual decent voice for Shadow if it is keanu considering his "roles" are just him being him, and he sounds far too old for him even moreso than Kirk which is saying a lot.

Not to mention dude I do not want tom or god damn wade being the one who makes shadow realize Maria's wish ffs

it's very............ ugrh . i have a lot of thoughts but i tend to keep them to myself

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nianderful · 3 months ago

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overall though i’m feeling alright about sonic 3! though i do have some beefs

i share a lot of people’s disappointment in the lack of rouge and amy; i didn’t have a lot of expectations for them admittedly (and it’s not too late for us to be surprised) but it’s kind of a kick to the pants as a female fan to not see these characters—in an adaptation of a story featuring them—but like. the chao get to make cameos (moom i’m sorry if you see this this isn’t a jab at your Lil Guys)

still not sold on keanu shadow; my concern that he’d sound too old was unfortunately proven correct.

like i said in my previous post: ewww team sonic are the avengers now. no i didn’t expect the most copaganda pilled iteration of sonic to put gun in the quasi-antagonistic role they were in in sa2. yes it’s still annoying. get that mcu chocolate out of my sonic peanut butter.

ugghhh “ew robotnik’s fat now” humor. expected it based on what i heard but still. i hope that’s the worst of it

i feel like as a whole i’m going to have some beef with how sonic 3 works as an sa2 adaptation but again! not too late to be surprised!

but overall i’m excited and definitely not feeling as negative as i feared i’d feel even if the hype’s a bit tempered this time around. there were lots of lines i giggled at and MAN shadow looks great. we’ve come a long way from 2019!movie sonic.

#nia loves sonic the hedgehog #sth 3 (2024)

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no offense to Keanu but I feel like his voice is too old for Shadow. That’s why I get bothered when people suggest him. Shadow is supposed to be the same age as Sonic

yeah i definitely think a lot of the people suggesting certain actors for shadow are forgetting that hes just a little guy . and i think a lot of people also forget that typically shadow doesnt really have a super deep voice and also that his original voice wasnt particularly "edgy" sounding either

#asks #i have nothing against keanu reeves btw i know nothing about the guy just that people wont stop saying he should voice shadow the hedgehog

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spookyserenades · 7 months ago

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Hopping onto that other anons question about ghosts

I can so relate to those experiences of sensing when something just feels incredibly “wrong.” I’ve lived in so many houses, really old ones too, and that feeling of sudden danger never gets easier to handle! I’ve even had shit move on me, lights flickering, doors opening and closing, loud footsteps or running 😩😔

I’ve been rewatching Ghost Adventures (thanks for the recs <33), and its reminding me of the time my friends and I made a ouija board in our middle school math class. That thing went wild on us, and we ended up so scared we forced it to say goodbye and then ripped it in half.

0/10, would not recommend 🤧

EXACTLYYYYY like I describe it as a hmmmm. IK this isn't anxiety or anything of that sort something is Off. AH!!!! Yo my friends have seen shadow figures w red eyes in my childhood home, one of my friends saw an actual apparition of an old guy wearing a hat and shit. Its fr!!! IDK how you feel if you hate it but I love paranormal shit. Not only is it thrilling but its kinda a sweet reminder that life doesn't end after physical death...

AHHHHHHHh STOP. If I can do anything on this blog its to turn you onto Ghost Adventures and 2005 Constantine movie w Keanu Reeves. Also Twin Peaks and X-files. I hope you're loving it (good combo of kinda spooky and shitpost). Oh my childhood friend and I used to fuck w a Ouija board in grade school while watching ghost shows I'm so surprised we didn't get clapped by a demon LMAO. JESUS . your story sounds like a film fr. you gotta say "goodbye!" and toss that mf back in the box 💀

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kevinsreviewcatalogue · 2 years ago

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Review: Dark City (1998)

Dark City (1998)

Rated R for violent images and some sexuality

Score: 4 out of 5

Dark City is a film that failed at the box office in its time and, despite a critical reevaluation as one of the hidden science fiction gems of the '90s, still gets overlooked quite often nowadays, for one simple reason: despite its mind-bending plot and creative visual design homaging classic '40s/'50s film noir, it had the misfortune of coming out just a year before The Matrix, a sci-fi masterpiece with very similar themes about what we think of as reality being just an illusion designed to control us. This film was a much more cerebral thriller whose effects shots, while no less visually impressive, were a lot less punchy and action-packed, instead feeling like if the first half-hour of The Matrix got stretched to feature length, given a retro gloss, and focused mainly on Keanu Reeves slowly peeling away the layers of his world, saving the big action sequence for the very end. It's a moody, foreboding film that built up to a great reveal while slowly imbuing the viewer with a paranoid suspicion that their own world may not be "right", and while the finale wrapped things up a bit too neatly and conventionally for my tastes with a rather silly-looking confrontation, the meat of the film was still a slick and highly effective tale that I won't forget anytime soon -- ironic, given what the villains here like to do to people.

The film takes place in an unnamed city with vaguely mid-20th-century technology, aesthetics, and feel, specifically the kind lifted out of a Raymond Chandler novel, a place where the streets are always cloaked in shadows even during what feels like it should be the daytime -- and hey, while you may have childhood memories of sunny days, when's the last time you saw the sun, anyway? We start with a man who wakes up in a hotel room with no memory, only figuring out that his name is John Murdoch from the ID in his wallet, surrounded by the corpses of dead prostitutes that he probably killed, which is not a situation that most of us would want to stick around for so they can calmly explain everything to the police. On the run from the law and searching for both Emma, a cabaret singer who he finds out was his wife, and Dr. Daniel Schreber, who he finds out used to be his psychiatrist, John gets pulled into a twisted web as he's pursued by the Strangers, mysterious, inhumanly pale-skinned men in hats and trenchcoats who he soon finds aren't entirely human, and who seem to control the city from the shadows and regard him as a threat to their plans. Meanwhile, Inspector Frank Bumstead sets out hot on the tail of the suspected murderer, not knowing exactly what he's getting himself into.

I can't really go into much more detail about the plot. Like a lot of old-fashioned mysteries, this is a movie where part of the fun is piecing the puzzle together yourself and then the film revealing how close you came to the truth, albeit one that puts a sci-fi twist on the usual noir story. I can, however, speak to the production values and writer/director Alex Proyas' sense of style, and on that front, I was at once pulled into the film's world and wondering what awful truths lay outside it. The city is the kind of seedy place you'd set a hardboiled detective story, exaggerated to the point where it feels like a warped parody thereof and creating an unsettling feel that this place should not be. Some of the supporting cast members having spotty American accents (this was shot in Australia), something I'd normally ding a film for, only lent to the uncanny valley feel of the city, as did countless other little quirks that made the place feel like somebody trying to draw a picture of a mid-century East Coast metropolis without any reference points as to what that would look like beyond old movies. And that's before you get to the Strangers who are after John, who wear conspicuous trenchcoats and have names like "Mr. Book", "Mr. Hand", and "Mr. Sleep" that sound like somebody tried to come up with ordinary-sounding "John Smith" names to blend in and... didn't pull it off, on top of their general weirdness and stilted manner of speaking calling to mind the G-Man from Half-Life. While it takes a while to get to the "why" of the titular dark city, the film lets you know rather quickly that this is not a normal city, and even before we get to the big special effects shots, Proyas did a great job right off the bat heightening its artifice and pale imitation of humanity. More than anything, it felt like I was watching the darkest possible film adaptation of The Sims, predating the first game by a couple of years but otherwise, without spoiling anything, taking some of the series' central concepts and playing them for paranoid horror.

The cast also did great in making this world feel just the right mix of real and artificial. Rufus Sewell as John, Jennifer Connelly as Emma, and William Hurt as Bumstead all felt like they could've been lifted out of a real 1940s film noir, while Kiefer Sutherland played Schreber as a character wholly unlike the take-charge heroes he's been coded as since 24, a dweebish doctor who serves as the main characters' bridge between the world they know and what's really going on through his exposition. The special effects were not the focus, but they were astonishing to watch for a fairly low-budgeted '90s film, especially a key sequence where we witness the city's buildings shifting around as the Strangers' true power over the city is made clear. Only at the very end did it feel like Proyas ran out of ideas, as John's final confrontation with the Strangers after unlocking his true power ended with them shooting beams of light at each other with their minds while buildings crumbled around them. It all felt pretty goofy, like they needed to find a way to wrap this up and have the hero prevail, even though if I was writing this, there are some seriously dark directions I could've taken the story. The ending, I feel, underlines the big reason why The Matrix was the big late '90s sci-fi movie about reality being a lie that everybody remembers; when it did similar battles between the good guys and bad guys, they came in the form of epic shootouts and martial arts sequences straight out of Hong Kong.

The Bottom Line

Dark City is a film that doesn't get talked up nearly enough, even if I can't really say much more in a non-spoiler review. Ending aside, it makes a great companion to The Matrix as a more cerebral and noir-tinged take on very similar concepts, one that will, at the very least, make it very difficult for you to play The Sims the same way again. A big thank you to Popcorn Frights for screening it last week. Check it out.

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igniakino · 3 years ago

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My Own Private Idaho

Directed by Gus Van Sant (1991)

“I love you, and you don’t pay me”

I have so many things to say about this but it’s all jumbled up in more emotion than anything i can say in words so i have no idea how to write it down, but I’ll attempt to make some sense of my thoughts about this achingly beautiful movie.

My Own Private Idaho is one of the masterpieces of the 90s. It helped to kick start the earth-shattering New Wave Queer cinema movement that Gus Van Sant, along with many other talented queer directors, pioneered. Van Sant is a pro, always has been and always will be, but (in my humble opinion) this is his symphony. This film showcases his directorial abilities like no other as he crafts this strange, dreamlike world that still has a place in our own. This film is surreal, but somehow strikingly rooted in reality and I think that is what he is best at.

One thing that I am especially fond of is the dialogue. Like in most of Gus Van Sant’s pictures, it flows with such a natural rhythm that an audience member feels they are fully and intimately apart of the conversation. Unlike his other films, My Own Private Idaho is loosely based on a shakespeare play, so the dialogue has even more of a lilting tune to it. I find that, especially with River Phoenix and Keanu Reeves’ characters, it’s almost like a song, passing from one character to the next in a duet. Though they are on different verses, and can never quite keep in time, reflecting the unbalanced relationship between the two.

“They could drop a big old bomb on this city and you know what we would do?”

“Take shelter”

The way this film is put together is fractured and dreamy, like a broken mirror. It represents Mike Waters’ jumbled mind, plagued by his forgotten memories, afflicted by his narcolepsy, and presents his inner turmoil and emotions towards his unrequited love. It’s his murky solitude, a perfect reflection of the landscape he falls asleep and wakes up on over and over again.

Mike is a character that I feel deeply in my heart. River Phoenix is so unapologetically vulnerable, like he’s baring his soul on screen, and he brings such a quiet pain to Mike that it’s almost unbearable to watch. His voice and his gestures, everything about him feels so delicate and fragile, like he too is about to shatter into a million pieces. His story of love, loss and understanding is a wonder to watch unfold, as well as a tragedy. Phoenix is a massive inspiration to me, and the more I watch his films the more I understand how special he was. We were lucky to even catch a glimpse of his light as he passed by.

You can feel his touch and influence threaded throughout the stitches of this film. He ultimately decided Mike was in love with Scott and he wrote the most devastatingly beautiful scene in the movie. The scene that changed everything for me, that made some part of me click into place and make sense. And I can never thank him enough for it.

I feel a strong personal connection to Mike Waters. I know that feeling. The feeling of having something you can’t tell, especially to the person you want most of all to know. The burn of something unrequited. The love of a family you found instead of the one you were born into. The bone aching sadness that looms like a terrible shadow. The celebration of the life you are living right now. Being lost. Finding Home.

This film is about two prostitutes. It is about bisexuality, narcolepsy, drugs and sex. It is also a film about meaning, belonging and the melancholy realisation that nothing lasts forever. It’s about two flaming comets crashing together, colliding into dust. It’s about two people trying to find their place, losing and loving.

You will never see anything like it.

#my own private idaho #cinephile #cinema #film #river phoenix #keanu reeves #film review #gus van sant

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staronet · 3 years ago

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What about having rPattz voice Shadow the Hedgehog in the 3rd movie?

As much as I love him... no. I can't help but feel like people are picking him and Keanu because they're popular actors. I know I'm in the minority when I say I honestly don't really have any feelings about Keanu, if anything the internet suddenly obsession with him as made me not like him.

I will say with Robert it wouldn't be as bad, cause (if I remember correctly) he used Shadow as inspiration for Batman. (Which i could be remembering wrong.) I just feel though, that they should get one of his voice actors... tho I don't like the new guy, he's too gruff and old sounding for him. (He basically represents the whole edgy the hegy thing) I want actual voice actors to he given the roles, and I really hope Jason Griffith would be brought back. I love his softer voice for Shadow and it brings me back to when Shadow was written correctly, and not used for marketing.

And maybe thats it. For these big name celebrities they are usually easy to market towards audiences, and I'm sick of Shadow not being done justice. For a big name to he cast as his voice would give me so little faith that the writers would write him correctly. That all of this, was just a big cash grab in the end.

Sorry this is probably an insane rant but im running on little sleep.

#sonic the hedgehog #keanu reeves #sonic movie 2 #shadow the hedgehog #i could say so much more #but ill save you from that

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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Not Over You

A/N: This gif isn't mine, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Summary: Months after Keanu puts an end to your relationship and disappears, you bump into him, reawakening intense feelings.

You never expected to be the only human being on Earth who would go through life without an episode of a heart break. It would happen sooner or later, and you, like everyone else, would get over it. Eventually.

But you could never guess the one to give you such a painful experience would be Keanu Reeves, the one and only.

You met Keanu by mistake. An accident. In a day where your whole life was coming undone, two years ago. You had just lost your job, your parents were giving you a hell of a hard time about it, and you, seeking comfort in your boyfriend, found him half-naked with another girl. That made you drive insanely fast, through busy streets, only to stop on this bridge outside of the town. You had no intention of jumping, you just needed time to think and the wind was strong and heavenly. Maybe it could wash it all away.

It didn't. But a man decided to stop, assuming the worst, and asked you not to do anything reckless. You assured him you wouldn't, and a small, heart to heart conversation started. It took several minutes for you to finally turn and look at the man, and that almost gave you a heart attack. You couldn't believe your eyes. And you couldn't believe him, of all men, would pause his whole life just because of some random girl by the bridge.

But that was only the first day. He invited you for a coffee, and it took only a few days for you to get to the man behind the worldwide famous actor. And you fell in love with him. For a while, you thought he had fallen for you too.

But the media was restless. People soon found out about the age difference and that made them go crazy. News channel, tabloids, magazines, internet blogs, everything, they were all about Keanu's younger girlfriend. It didn't bother you though. You couldn't care less about what people think or say. But one day, it got to him.

One day, he decided to have an honest conversation with you about it. Keanu told you he felt old, so out of your league. Him. Out of your league. You remember laughing at this statement. But he didn't. He was dead serious as he pointed out all the things you couldn't share. How you belonged to different generations and never seemed to get each other's references. How you were into different things. It soon became a fight when you realized what he was doing. The yelling started and soon the crying. Keanu apologized and ended things. He wished you the best. He wished you to find someone your age, someone better than him.

That happened six months ago. It feels like years though. Since that day, you can only see him on TV. No texts, no calls. Nothing. Like he hasn't been in your life at all.

“(Y/N).” Your friend calls you, dragging you away from your thoughts. That's when you realize what made you remember him. Two men on your left, a few tables away, are talking about motorcycles. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” Nodding, you look down at your cup of coffee, still untouched. Your friend made you come to this new coffee shop early in the morning, and you wish you could enjoy it. But now that Keanu is once again in your mind... You find it difficult to take in the beautiful vintage decoration. The pastel colors and all the happy people around you, chatting and smiling.

“Please tell me your not–”

“I'm not.” You cut her off, taking a deep breath. “I was just... Thinking about this office party next week. I can bring someone. Wanna come?” Lying is not your thing, but if you tell Laura you're thinking about Keanu again, she won't let it go easily.

“Sorry. Next week will be hectic, I don't think I can.” Feeling her eyes on you, you sigh. “But on the weekend we can do something nice like going to the–” She stops talking suddenly, eyes wide, staring at something behind you.

“Laura?” Raising your eyebrows, you wonder which one of her many ex-boyfriends is here. “Do you need me to go so you can talk to him?”

“No, no.” Running a hand through your hair, you notice this person approaching by how she moves in her seat. Still, you don't turn to check who it is. The only boyfriend she had that you liked had to move to someplace in Europe. The others are all idiots, so why bother to look?

“Just tell me what you want to do.” Muttering, you finally take a sip of your coffee before putting the cup down again. Too bitter for your taste. Or is it just you?

“(Y/N).” The mention of your name isn't what startles you. Or what makes your heart, ripped in half, skip a beat. It's the voice. You haven't heard it in a very long time, but you recognize it immediately. You crave for it. “Hi.”

“I'll leave you two.” Laura stands up, taking her bag, and giving you a stare. You don't know what it means though.

She doesn't even give you time to think. Perhaps you should leave as well. But you're frozen, not able to even look at him.

It takes a few seconds until he takes a seat before you, where Laura was. Seeing Keanu now is... What? Torture, certainly. Because you just realized you want to jump in his arms again, hug him, kiss him. Is painful because you know you can't do any of those things. And you shouldn't want to.

But there he is, looking as good as the day you first saw him. Dark hair hiding one of his eyes, the stubble that always looks so rough, but you know how soft it really is. He's right there, and you could just stretch your arm and touch him.

There are a lot of things you want to say, and the words fight for a chance to be spoken.

'What the hell do you want?'

'Where have you been all this time?'

'I still love you.'

'Why did you came to talk to me?'

'Do you still love me?'

“Hi.” It's stupid how this is what wins in the end.

“How are you? It's been a while.” He hesitates a little, those dark eyes never leaving you, burning. How much you missed those eyes looking at you...

“Normal.”

“Just normal?”

“Just normal.” You should lie. Tell him you're absolutely fine. Happy as hell. Maybe you should even tell him you're going out with someone. But you just can't. You love him too much, and the time you had together was good. The very best. The way it ended doesn't change how amazing it was. So you just can't bring yourself to lie to him. But you don't tell the truth either. Keanu doesn't have to know how devastated you still are after he left. “You?”

“Guess I can say I'm normal too.” There are things left unsaid. From both of you. “Is it too bitter?”

“What?” You mumble, and he gestures at your coffee. He knows you. Too well perhaps. “Yeah. Why-why are you here, Ke?” When you notice how you just called him, it's too late. Cursing yourself, you bite your tongue. “Keanu.” Or should you say, Mr. Reeves? You don't know where you stand now. Friends? It can't be since he disappeared.

“I heard of this new coffee shop and decided to come and... When I saw you, I just had to come and talk.” He nods, maybe to himself. “But I can go if that's what you want.”

“No.” How could you want him to leave? “It's... It's good to see you again.” A smile finds its way to your lips. “After what? Three, four months?” You dissimulate, not wanting to just let it show how much you missed him.

“Seven months next week, I believe.” Is he counting? Why would he do that? “Too long.”

“Too long.” You're still speaking when a young couple stops by your table, excitedly talking to Keanu. You smile to see how he excuses himself, with an apologetic look, to give his fans attention. He's always kind to them, never being rude. When he stands up for a picture, you take the chance to leave, your heart sinking a little. After leaving the money on the table, you take your bag and walk away, doing your best to hold back the tears threatening to roll down.

You had imagined this moment a million times. Seeing him again. You thought you'd yell, curse him and bravely walk away. But this? You're walking away out of fear. You're running away from the feelings, too strong for you to handle. How is it possible to love someone so intensely after all this time?

“(Y/N)!” His voice comes with the familiar noise of his motorcycle. So you stop, breathing deeply, hoping the soft shadow of the three above you will hide your teary eyes. “I'm sorry about that, I–”

“You know I don't mind, Ke... Keanu.” Damn it.

“I... I want to talk to you. So maybe somewhere more private where we won't be interrupted?”

No. You don't want to talk to him. You don't want to pour salt on the wound. “Alright.” If only you were stronger.

Keanu gives you his helmet, and you put it on before climbing on the bike behind him. There's no choice but to hug his waist, so that's what you do, trying not to enjoy it so much. It's probably nothing. He probably just wants to apologize.

You can't help but notice he still keeps the same speed as before. Not as fast as he usually goes when he's alone. As much as this gesture warms your heart, you try to keep it distant. Try to keep it cold. Cold people don't get hurt.

You're not impressed when you stop at his place. Well, his house. One of them. He moved after breaking up with you. Keanu waits patiently for you to move to the ground. The bike is too high for you, so it's always a little complicated. Taking off the helmet, you hand it over to him, making your way to the front door. But halfway there you change your mind. Being inside his house is too much. It's too familiar, too... Too much. So you walk around it, straight to the backyard.

Sitting on the wooden table, you take in the view. The morning sun turns everything into a dream. You remember that the best pictures you have with Keanu were taken here after you either decided to crash here or passed out on his couch.

Memories. The damn memories never leave you alone.

“I forgive you.” You burst out when he comes to sit before you. “If you want to apologize for... I don't know, for anything. I forgive you.”

“I wasn't planning on this.” He starts hands together above the table. “But I saw you there and... I just had to.”

You don't know what to say, so you look down, unable to sustain eye contact anymore. What are you doing? What is he doing? “You disappeared.” It just comes out, suddenly, full of... Anger? Desperation? You don't know, but it's overflowing. “After everything we've been through, you broke up with and disappeared. Not a single call. Not even a text. Nothing!”

“I had to.”

“You had to?” A humorless laugh escapes your lips and you stand up, determined to leave. On foot, if that's what it takes.

“I had to because if not I'd come back to you.” He raises his voice a little, just enough to make you stop in your tracks, hands shaking a little. “I did what I did because of you.”

“No, you did it for yourself.” Turning around again, you sustain his stare. “I didn't want to end things. I love you!” It came out wrong. Didn't it? It was supposed to be in the past. “I loved you.” You correct yourself, a hand on your forehead. “I... I'm sorry. You think I'm too young for you and that's ok. You have the right to think that but don't put words in my mouth. I never cared about age.”

“Everything I wanted was you to have the chance of making a better choice. Someone your age who could keep up with all the pop culture things you're into.” He speaks slow, his voice soft and low again. Keanu never raises his voice at you. Well, he only does it get your attention when you're too mad to listen, but he never enjoys it.

“If I wanted someone my freaking age I'd be looking for him.” Stepping forward, you slam both your hands on the table. “When I fell for you, I wasn't paying attention to the numbers. I fell for you. You. Why can't you accept that?”

“The tabloids were saying that I was–”

“Taking advantage?” You finish it for him. “Yeah, they said a lot of mean stuff but I didn't give a damn. Our relationship was between you and me. The rest of the world didn't get a say in it.”

Keanu looks down, breathing deeply. You just stand there, waiting. Begging... Begging this means something. Something good.

“Say something, please.”

“I still love you.” The words hit you like a train, and you stand up straight, not strong enough to look away from him.

“Don't say that if you don't mean it.” You beg, your voice barely a whisper.

“I mean it.”

“Don't say that if you still think we can't be together because of this or that!” You gesture at nothing in particular, tears rolling down now, all the walls you put around yourself falling to the ground. “You broke my heart once, don't do that again.”

“I can't stop thinking about you.” Keanu stands up, walking around the table and stopping before you. “Every single day I had to fight the urge to call you. Visit you. To... Have you back, but I couldn't. That's why I moved away. And I only came back because I thought I got over you but... Clearly, I didn't.” When he takes your hand, you swear you feel the world slowing down. You have been dreaming of his touch for so long now that you just don't have to strength to push him away. You want him. And... If he wants you too...

“Ke, please don't–”

“When I saw you, it came back. Everything since that day on the bridge.” Pulling up your hand, he places a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Every hug, every kiss, every date. It reminded me of how much I missed you.”

It's useless to fight it. It's useless to put any effort into trying to step away now. Your arms move from his chest up to be around his neck as you end the small distance between your bodies. Keanu is quick to hug your waist and it feels like both your bodies move out of instinct. Like you missed each other in levels you can't even understand.

“What do you mean, Ke?” Your voice is weak, barely a whisper. Involuntary, you stand on your toes, needing, wanting to kiss him again.

“I don't care what they say. Tabloids, magazines, to hell with them. All I need, all I want is you and if you really don't mind having such an old man–”

“Everything about you draws me in. Inside and out.” Cutting him short, you caress his cheek, wondering if you should allow yourself to be happy. If this is really happening.

“I know, darling.” He takes a deep breath. “I know what I did hurt you very much but... If you're willing to try again...”

“If you ever break up with me again over this whole age shit or for anything someone who doesn't even know us says... I'll be the one to disappear this time.” You mutter with your eyes closed, using whatever is left of your strength to keep from kissing him. “Promise me.”

“The plans we had... About getting married, having kids... I want it all back. I want to get things where we left them.”

Biting back a smile, you nod, finally allowing your thirsty lips to meet his. And it feels like heaven, like getting a chance to breathe after being underwear for too long. He tastes just the same, like home. Some tears roll down, giving the kiss a salty taste, but you don't mind. They're tears of joy now.

When you pull away to breathe, he lifts you up, and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. “You didn't get a chance to drink your coffee so let me make you breakfast.”

“Like before?”

“Yes. And if it's up to me, it'll be like that forever. For the rest of our lives or for as long as you want me.”

“Forever, then, Ke.” Smiling, you place a soft kiss on his lips. Yours now, once again. “Forever and always, babe.”

#keanu reeves #keanu x you #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #imagine keanu reeves #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction

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labelleofbelfastcity · 4 years ago

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fig and gorgug’s excellent adventure

word count: 1.7k

read on ao3 here!

“Bill, my most esteemed colleague…”

Fig looks over at a quietly snoring Gorgug, his face softly lit by the shadows of Bill and Ted on her crystal. Even after a year of knowing each other, a few months of which were spent in a cramped cell together, she hadn’t known he snores. It had never been quiet enough, she had never been quiet enough, to notice that about him.

If Fig focuses, she can feel the rumble of the tour bus against her back, and, if she leans her head against the metal wall by her shoulder, the vibrations of tires over asphalt rattle around in her skull. They’ve only been on the road for a week, with just two concerts under their belts, and Fig is already kind of exhausted.

It’s a lot. The managers and the calls home and the makeup assignments for missed schoolwork. She probably wouldn’t even be doing the latter, but Gorgug spends his allotted midmorning time sitting at their extremely tiny table, with papers of Barbarian Theory and Engineering 1 scattered around him, and she’d feel like an asshole to just watch.

Fig hasn’t been sleeping well, either. The little bunk seems to press in around her, shoving her into an even smaller version of herself. Which feels stupid to complain about, because Gorgug is over a foot taller than her, since his growth spurt over the summer, and he’s sleeping just fine.

As if to prove her point, Gorgug shifts in his sleep, curling closer into Fig’s side. It’s just past one in the morning, and they have a gig tomorrow so Fig should really be sleeping too, but she’d felt like crying, for some reason, alone in her bunk. She’d crawled into Gorgug’s, instead, and pulled up Bill and Ted while he blinked blearily at her. It didn’t take him much longer to fall back asleep—now with his arm tucked around Fig’s shoulders—and Fig continues to hide from her emotions by watching Ted philosophize.

“Hey, Gorgug,” Fig hisses, burrowing her head into his chest in a way she knows will stick him with her horns. “Gorgug.”

“Hrmgh,” he grumbles, shifting more so that Fig can’t really poke him anymore. “Go to sleep.”

“No. Gorgug, hey. Come on, dude, I have an idea.” She doesn’t, really, more the idea of an idea, just like how Bill and Ted only operate on negative brian power and a pretty homoerotic bromance.

Homoerotic. She must’ve texted Kristen too much yesterday.

“Sleep is my idea,” Gorgug says, but it’s more of a sigh and a yawn wrapped up together and stretched like a yawning cat.

Fig’s brain unhelpfully supplies an image of sleepy Riz—ears cocked all funny and pupils absolutely giant. She shoves it back into the little chest lovingly marked “Bad Kids” that she’d constructed the second they drove away from Elmville because Fig is great at compartmentalizing and hiding her feelings. Totally.

“I’m bored, I want to do my idea.”

“You’re watching Bill and Ted.”

“No, I’m not. I’m talking to you.”

“Then stop talking to me and go to sleep.”

Fig huffs, about to say something just into the realm of mean, but then she feels Gorgug smile against the top of her head, and she relaxes a little.

“What’s your idea?” He asks, still sleepy, but also endearing in that goofy and sweet Gorgug way.

There’s a pause, while Fig tries to come up with her idea. The bus trundles along and Bill and Ted continue to kidnap historical figures. Finally, she says, much quieter than is warranted, like it’s some big secret she’s been holding close to her heart, “I’m gonna find a chronomancer so we can go back in time.”

“Like Augefort?” Gorgug yawns again.

“Absolutely not, Augefort doesn’t have Rufus energy.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Maybe not a chronomancer, then, but like, someone who’s fucked with time, ya know. It would be cool to hang out with someone who’s fucked with time.”

“Like Augefort?” Gorgug says, before amending, “No. Wait. Rufus.”

“Yeah, Rufus,” Fig agrees. “Except if Rufus were hot, I think it would be more fun if our Rufus was hot.”

“Rufus is already hot. He’s got… sunglasses.”

Fig giggles and Gorgug snorts too. “You need your eyes checked, dude.”

“We watched the,” he yawns, “the Matrix last month. That’s what you said about Neo.”

“Uh. Neo is Keanu Reeves so just, automatically hot. Which. Speaking of. Bill and Ted are right there, dude.”

Gorgug laughs, quietly, voice still gummy with sleep, as he pokes her gently in the side, “I thought you liked older men.”

Fig makes a face that is very scandalized and very affronted. “That doesn’t mean I like Rufus.”

Gorgug shrugs, as best he can while in cuddle-mode. “I don’t know…”

Fig huffs and whacks him on the arm. “Maybe we should go to sleep.”

“Works for me,” he says, and settles back down.

“Hey. Hey! Don’t go back to bed, Gorgug. I’m still talking.”

He grumbles and turns his head even further into hers, trying to shield his eyes from the crystal’s light. “Watch your movie.”

“This is our movie, Gorgug. It’s ours.”

“It’s too late for it to be ‘our’ anything.”

“You’re no fun, you know that? No fun.”

“I’m sorry,” Gorgug says, way too sincerely for her to continue down that line of teasing.

“Hey, no, it’s fine. You’re tired, I should let you rest.”

Gorgug’s hand moves where it’s on her shoulder, rubbing over her sleep shirt, and then pausing, “Hey, is this mine?”

“Um,” Fig says, because it is, in fact, his. He’d left one of his Owlbears t-shirts on a chair, right after they unpacked all their stuff onto the tour bus, and she’d thought about it for approximately three seconds before snatching it and chucking it at her pile of clothes.

That first night, neither her nor Gorgug had gotten any sleep, sitting on the floor of the bus between their bunks, anxiously going over lyric and style choices for the next night’s show. So the shirt had waited until after their first concert, when both of them had been too tired to do much more than change out of sweaty, smoke-filled clothes and fall into their respective beds. It had smelled comfortingly of the Thistlesprings’ homemade fabric softener, but Fig’s varying states of cleanliness have not helped the smell stick around.

Now, though, cuddled up against Gorgug’s chest, she doesn’t miss the shirt’s smell. It’s nothing compared to the real thing.

“It’s okay if you took it,” Gorgug says, cracking a small smile. “It looks better on you anyway.”

“Since when do you have an eye for fashion, Mr. Hoodies-In-Summer?”

He reaches around and pokes her on the cheek, “Hey, my hoodies are a catch for women ages thirteen to twenty-eight.”

“We did sell, like, a literal ton last night,” Fig says, snorting.

There’s a lull in the conversation. Bill and Ted shred some sick air guitar.

“...It’s a little weird,” Gorgug says, eventually, in that introspective tone of his that promises paternal questioning.

“What is?”

“That we’re sophomores in high school and have so many people, like, caring about us. Or, I mean, watching us. Like, I guess we’re famous, or something? That’s weird.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“I guess I never thought about it like that.” Fig’s been too caught up in the whole being famous thing to think about what it means for her, a fifteen year old, to be famous. She isn’t a fan of thinking about it, actually, and decides to put it off even further. This is why Gorgug’s the thoughtful, considerate one.

“That’s probably why you’re better at songwriting than I am,” Gorgug muses. “You just do what feels right.”

Fig shifts a little, so she can look at him better, his features cast in the shifting colors of the crystal. “Dude, that’s like all drumming is. Like, just playing your emotions and not overthinking it. And you’re literally the world’s best drummer.”

“Oh,” Gorgug laughs, “I wouldn’t say that.”

“You are. What other teenager gets to go on a tour while they’re still in high school?”

“Um. The Jonas Brothers?”

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but if you compare our music to the Jonas Brothers again I will stab you with my horns.”

“I really don't think they’re poky enough to do that—”

“Stab, Gorgug. With force. You wouldn’t like it.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll take your word for it.”

“Wo-ah,” Ted says, on the crystal.

“Wicked,” Bill chimes in.

“What if we talked like them at our next concert?” Fig asks, “Just come out with full Bill and Ted voices and keep them up the whole show.”

“That sounds… hard.”

“No, it would be fun! Like, um,” Fig switches into the voice, drawing out her vowels and smiling dumbly, “we’ll totally get babes like this, dude.”

“You can get princess babes,” Gorgug says. “I’ve got Zelda. That’s basically the same thing.”

“Oh my god, you’re too cute,” Fig burrows closer to him, back in her usual voice.

She can tell Gorgug’s blushing by the bashful tone of his silence. “Um, thanks. I should probably call her tomorrow.”

“Do you mind if I join too? I really like her, she’s nice. And sick as hell.”

“Yeah, that would be fun! We can show her our set, maybe.”

“Totally! If school wasn’t on right now we could’ve brought her along.”

“I don’t know, wouldn’t that, like, Beatles us?”

“Did you seriously just mention another boy band? Also, beyond that, did you use the Beatles as a verb?”

“Er.”

“Sometimes, I wonder how you ever made it into the punk-rock scene. And then I remember that I invited you.”

“Thanks for doing that,” Gorgug says, wrapping his other arm around Fig’s shoulders. “I never really said it before, but, thank you. This has, um, it’s meant a lot to me.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, dude.”

“It’s, like, kind of everything right now, Fig.”

“Oh.”

“So, I guess, um, thank you. For inviting me to join a band with you and taking me on tour.”

“I, uh… Of course. Thanks for being my drummer, Gorgug. I’ll always take you on my adventures.”

“And I’ll always go with you.”

Bill says, “Excellent,” on the crystal screen, smiling at Ted with big eyes.

Yeah, Fig thinks, as Gorgug sighs and smiles into the top of her head. Excellent.

#bellewrites #this one was short so i figured id post it like this #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fig faeth #gorgug thistlespring #i want more content about them so i decided to make it #fic #fanfic #hopefully the formatting works if it doesnt i sincerely apologize

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fanficsrusz · 5 years ago

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A/n: Fics for other actors can be found here . I hope you find something that you enjoy <3

Oneshots

Early morning - John Wick and y/n spend their morning together filled with nothing more than kisses and cuddles.

Wedding Bells - Y/n takes her friend, John Wick, to her cousins wedding where theu discover their love for eachother.

Better late than never - John Wick helps to train y/n and when Winston sends them on a mission together, they end up confessing their feelings.

When the bad turns to good - Y/n finds herself in the middle of a gang war and when she gets hurt, John Wick takes her in and patches her up.

Toothache - Whilst trying to watch a film, y/n cracks her tooth on a piece of popcorn which requires minor surgery and John has to look after a drugged up y/n.

Pulled from the devil's grip - John Wick helps y/n escape from an abusive relationship and teach her her worth.

Diamond Ring - y/n is dating Keanu and she gets a little jealous when they attend the John Wick 3 premier where keanu spends a little too much time with his beautiful co-star.

Intimate Touches - (SMUT) When John Wick visits y/n in the middle of the night so she could fix his wounds, the last thing she expected was for them to end up sleeping together.

New Family - Y/n and John have been dating for a while, however, y/n's daughter doesn't seem to like John and may be the reason for their break up which she will have to fix.

Love Rekindled - Y/n and Keanu had dated when they were younger but broke up. 28 years later and being given the chance to work together, will their feelings get in the way?

Beach Fun - Johnny Utah tries to teach y/n how to swim but fails.

Lost In Translation - Keanu tries to help y/n remember the word she's looking for.

Bedroom Window - (SMUT) After a long day at work, y/n wants nothing more than to relax but as she gets undressed, she's unaware of a peeping tom.

Date Night - y/n and John finally get to have a date night but it doesn't go exactly to plan.

Show you my love - (SMUT) Y/n feels jealous at all the attention her boyfriend Jack Traven gets attention from all the females and he has to show her exactly how much he loves her.

Family Reunion - Y/n takes her boyfriend Keanu to her family reunion.

Not Yourself - Y/n and Ted Logan are best friends but things become strained when one of them develops feelings for the other.

Bike Ride - y/n takes a midnight ride on her bike and runs into Keanu Reeves where she challenges him to a race.

A Lesson To Be Learned - y/n's co-worker flirts with her and John wick gets jealous so teaches her a lesson she won't forget.

Misunderstanding - Keanu has been acting distant and y/n assumes the worst.

Baby Fever - y/n looks after her niece with John Wick and it gives her baby fever.

Eternal Love - y/n feels like her relationship with keanu is falling apart and she finally builds up enough courage to talk to him about it.

Drunken Attraction - During a drinking session, y/n meets Keanu and they hit it off.

Sticks and stones - y/n gets upset when keanu refuses to announce their relationship publicly.

Nightmare - Keanu comforts y/n when she has a nightmare.

Breaking Point - Keanu gets jealous when y/n talks to a guy and hits his breaking point causing him to snap at the person he loves the most.

Primed To Sin - (SMUT) y/n is the local Vicar's daughter yet she is destined to sin especially when a certain hot priest from another town called John Wick comes to visit.

Dance The Night Away - y/n goes undercover with John Wick and end up having a lot of fun.

Birthday present - (SMUT) Keanu has a very special birthday present for y/n.

One of a kind - After a bad day at work, y/n gets a little too drunk and keanu has to come and collect her.

Brazen And Buff - keanu and reader are actors who have to film a sex scene and keanu ends up getting a little too excited during the shooting.

Stress Relief - A stressed Keanu becomes interested in y/n's skin care routine and so she helps him relax.

Sweaty And Ready (smut) - Y/n doesn't turn down the opportunity to watch keanu work out.

Hollywood Romance - The up and coming actress, y/n, gets questioned about her crush on Keanu Reeves whilst appearing on The Ellen Show.

Beautiful (smut) - y/n and keanu have a fight and when keanu comes home drunk, y/n is upset and he makes it up to her.

Short (smut) - y/n feels insecure about her short height and keanu reminds her that she doesn't have to be.

Shadow Of Death - y/n has a cute nickname for John but his 'friends' think it's funny to mock him for it.

Passionate Beauty - y/n has been feeling self conscious and bumping into one of John's old friends does nothing to help however John thinks different.

Roses And Cars - John falls for the new mechanic at his local garage.

Concupiscence - SMUT y/n and Keanu had worked on a new john wick film together and keanu has to struggle to watch show of her gymnastics/dancing skills

Vampire!John Wick Fic - (SMUT) John is a vampire and normally doesn’t care about emotional attachments until he meets you.

Paradise Lost - John is given the task to kill to y/n but he can’t bring himself to do it

Shooting Range - John goes to meet y/n’s parents for the first time but John and her dad don’t particularly get along

The Sweet Escape - After her mum kicks her out, John comes to the rescue

Hold You Tight - Y/n would do anything to make John happy even if it means trying something that would make her uncomfortable.

After Office Hours SMUT - Y/n's office manager has changed. He's ruthless, mean and she has had enough of him, or at least that's what she thinks

Summer Dresses And Summer Quickies (SMUT) - Summer dresses make having sex on the beach easier.

Burning Desire (SMUT) - He is her teacher; he should be guiding her, not fucking her.

Prompt Fics

Prompt #1: John is frustrated when the reader gets her period.

Prompt #2: How would John react to running into someone he knew from the Ruska Roma in the Continental.

Series

Touch of a vampire (completed) - y/n goes to a bar after having a bad day and when she runs into trouble, an unlikely hero comes to the rescue. Vampire!Keanu Au

Part one // part two // spin off

A Real Man (completed) - y/n needs to be touched by a man, not a boy.

Part one // Part two

Lure The Baba Yaga (Completed) - John and y/n were friends untill John went missing. After many years, y/n soon finds him but his job will put her in danger.

Part one // part two

My Collection (completed) - What happens when y/n moves to a new town for college but her new neighbour takes a sinister liking to her?

Part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // Alternate Ending

Adrestia Goddess of Revolt (I gave up on this) - y/n gave up on her life as an assassin but when someone makes a threat on her life, her uncle Winston, gets John Wick to help her.

Chapter one // Chapter Two

Dad's Best Friend ( complete) - After breaking up with her boyfriend, y/n returns home to have some time to think but ends up meeting Keanu who just so happens to be her dad's best friend.

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifthteen // Chapter Sixteen // Chapter Seventeen // Final Chapter

12 Days Of Christmas AU - y/n loves Christmas but she knows that John isn't exactly fond of it, so she always takes him home with her to celebrate. But will she be able to find out just who exactly is sending her presents everyday inspired by the song 12 days of christmas.

Day One // Day Two // Day Three // Day Four // Day Five // Day Six // Day Seven // Day Eight // Day Nine // Day Ten // Day Eleven // Day Twelve (final)

I Want To Ki__ You (Dark John Wick) (WIP UPDATED FRIDAYS)- After failing to fufill his contract, John takes an intrest in y/n that soon turns into a dark obsession

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve

‘ We know how John originally met y/n in iwtky, and we know why he took her, but what did he do between that time?’

The Queen’s Law (Keanu Reeves AU Mini Series) (Complete) - In order to keep her mother (the Queen) happy, Princess Y/n must get married to a man who her mother has chosen for her.

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Final Chapter

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years ago

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- the smut was going to be longer, but then it surpassed 4000 words and I realized that if I didn’t wrap it up there, well, it would not have ended.) Chapter Summary- Keanu and Y/n go on their first date and then head back to his place for late night activities.

Warnings- SMUT/NSFW, oral sex

Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter3 Chapter4 Chapter5 Chapter6 Chapter7 Chapter8 Chapter9 Chapter10

Chapter 11

Y/n hadn’t been on a lot of dates in her short lifetime, but she’d still have liked to think that she could at least get dressed for one. It had never been a problem, and even for her three dates with Daniel, she hadn’t found the slightest issue with choosing what to wear. But when it came to getting ready for her date with Keanu? That was something entirely different. His only advice was to ‘dress comfortably’, he didn’t even tell her where they’d be spending the evening.

With three outfits of varying types laid out on the bed, Y/n stood, clad only in her underwear, going through every text that he’d sent her in the past week, but there wasn’t really a lot to go on. Like he had told her, Keanu wasn’t really a texter. But even during their phone calls, he’d been short on details of their date.

A date with Keanu. What was she thinking?

Y/n hadn’t told anyone that she was going out with him; her parents would have aneurysms and she loved Jillian, but didn’t really trust her to keep her mouth shut, besides, it was just one date. What if they had nothing common outside of sex? It was certainly a possibility, considering he was so much older and how different their lives were.

Temporarily, Y/n gave up on reading between very short lines, dumping the phone on her bed and walking barefoot over to her vanity to finish her makeup. Nothing too fancy; light and neutral eye shadow that would go with whatever outfit she’d choose paired with her favorite matte maroon lipstick. When that was over, Y/n strategically put in a couple hairpins, pulling back some of her soft, loose curls, sure to leave delicate tendrils falling over her face.

And then of course, it was back to the question of her clothes. Having ruled out that Keanu probably wasn’t taking her somewhere that warranted a skimpy cocktail dress, Y/n was really only left with two options; a pair of jeans and a lilac, strappy blouse with a stylish black leather jacket thrown over it, or a casual navy blue polka dot dress with a woven belt accentuating her waist. Both had their strengths and would no doubt look great on her, but it was all a matter of purpose. Y/n certainly didn’t want to be wearing a dress that short if he was taking her somewhere fancy. But she also didn’t want to be dressed too casually in jeans and feel out of place.

Annoyed with herself for having to bother him over something as frivolous, Y/n still opted to pick up her phone and pull up his number, not even thinking of it when she hit the little button to Face Time with Keanu. He picked up after three rings, already dressed in what looked to be a nice riding jacket with a t-shirt underneath.

So casual, that would have been good information to have before she’d called.

“Hey,” he grinned.

Y/n returned his smile, “Hi, I just have a quick question.”

“Does it have anything to do with why you’re still in your underwear?” Keanu chuckled, an eyebrow raised in amusement, “Though, if you’re calling to say you want to postpone our date because you had something else in mind, I might not complain.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n bit back a smirk, “You have the sex drive of a horny sixteen year old,” she chortled quietly, “I actually wanted to know which of these is better for tonight,” switching to the back camera, pointing her phone to her bed, “You don’t have to tell me where we’re going, but you do have to make sure that I don’t look like an idiot when we get there.”

That time, Keanu laughed a little louder and Y/n kept the phone like that as Keanu weighed the two outfits, “The jeans should be fine,” he finally determined and Y/n changed the perspectives again.

“Are you sure?” It wasn’t like Y/n to be that unsure of herself, but, as complicated as things were, she really wanted that night to go well.

“Positive,” Keanu moistened his lips quickly, “Now finish getting ready, I’ll pick you up in fifteen. At the gate.” Not only had it taken nearly a month since Keanu had asked her out to set up a date where they were both available and in Los Angeles, but they had also had to agree that he’d both pick her up and drop her off at the top of her parents winding driveway as to not blow their cover- up until then they still holding on to the thought that Y/n was seeing Daniel and Daniel alone.

“Going,” Y/n giggled girlishly, not even thinking to reprimand herself that time, “See you in fifteen.” After brief goodbyes, they hung up and Y/n was left sporting a blush, something Keanu had, at some point, became skilled at making her do, ready to get dressed and uncharacteristically excited about their date.

He had picked her up on one of his impressive bikes, the engine humming heartily as he offered her a helmet. “What, don’t tell me you’re scared of a little danger,” Keanu teased when Y/n hesitated, standing half a foot away with her arms folded, scowling.

“That fact that you just called it danger is alarming. You can’t expect me to get on after that,” she scoffed, dramatically turning her face away.

Rolling his eyes, Keanu chuckled, “Don’t be such a baby,” his chuckle was enough to tell Y/n that he was only tugging her leg and didn’t really mean harm in the statement, “I thought you were a risk taker?” He pushed, and Y/n could feel her annoyance edging with his persistent teasing.

“Is this somehow meant to motivate me?” Y/n half frowned, shifting her gaze to look up the empty street. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to get on, but she didn’t particularly trust the kind of vehicle that had no doors or a roof either, “Maybe we should just take my car,” she sighed.

“No way,” Keanu huffed, slumping his shoulders, his own growing annoyance visible even through the little window of his helmet, “You really want your parents to come home and find my bike here? I don’t suppose your billion dollar boyfriend rides one of these.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n pursed her lips, “Don’t talk about him like that,” she couldn’t believe that they were already at odds, and they’d barely kicked off their date. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe she and Keanu should have just kept things the way they were; sex, with no strings attached. At least then they wouldn’t have to worry about upsetting each other. “Look,” she huffed, “Maybe this was a bad idea,” dropping her hands at her sides, deflated, Y/n turned to walk away, “Just call me when you want to fuck or something.”

Reaching across the short distance, Keanu grabbed Y/n’s wrist, getting her to face him again, “I’m sorry,” he smiled lightly, his apology genuine, “Just get on baby, please? Nothing’s gonna happen to you. I wouldn’t let it”

Why was it so hard to say no to him?

Smacking her lips dramatically, Y/n shifted her weight between her legs, “Promise?”

“Promise,” Keanu reeled her in and Y/n playfully stumbled forward until her knees were pressed to his thigh, “Let me help you with this,” he mumbled, already taking the initiative to help Y/n secure the helmet on her head. When he was finished, he zipped her jacket up to her chest and Y/n cautiously swung one leg over Keanu’s bike, settling herself before wrapping her arms tight around his middle, her heartbeat faint against the center of his back as they eventually pulled off.

They rode for a while, the silence comfortable between them with only the wind in their ears. Y/n tried to look around, but she didn’t want to move too much in fear of distracting Keanu, and worst yet, the darkness of the night hampered her vision, which was already somewhat interrupted by the helmet. What Y/n could make out though were rocky, mountainous formations to her left and what seemed to be miles of beach stretching on on her right. Salty air tickled her senses and as they slowed, she could distinctly hear waves crashing against the shore.

Keanu didn’t stop until they were past the beach, parking near a lawned area that still overlooked the water. Keanu got off first, then held Y/n’s hand as she did the same. Removing her helmet, she placed it on the seat, using her fingers to carefully comb through her hair, careful as to not ruin curls that had taken her almost an hour to perfect.

Glancing around, Y/n smiled as she spotted a picnic table, decked off with a simple table cloth, a couple slender candles illuminating its surface and wine glasses and pristine white ceramic plates glittering lowly in the twinkle. The water behind the rope barrier shimmered under the blue-ish moonlight and the cool air seemed to pleasantly break through her jacket.

The scene before her was perfectly picturesque and Y/n couldn’t help the quiet gasp that escaped her slightly ajar lips, “This is….” she couldn’t even find the words. Y/n didn’t think she’d ever been on any date like that one. Five star restaurants paled in comparison.

“Do you like it?” With his hand at the small of Y/n’s back, he led her closer to the picnic table, holding his breath for her answer. In an ice bucket, a bottle of wine chilled and nearby was a covered down platter with dinner.

“Like it?” She huffed appreciatively, “Keanu, this is perfect,” without warning, she turned in his embrace, hugging him from the side as her arms looped around his neck, pressing the kind of kiss to his cheek that was enough to make him blush. “How’d you manage this?”

Chuckling, he hugged her back tightly, before letting her sit at the bench first before sinking down next to her, so close that their arms touched, “I think it would lose the magic if I told you.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to tell me?” Y/n raised a questioning eyebrow, eyeing him amused as he leaned over and collected the bottle, opening it with a quiet, resounding ‘pop’ before pouring them each a glass.

They clinked their glasses and when Y/n raised hers to her lips, taking an initial sip only to decide that she liked it enough to have some more, Keanu put his own glass down, “It means exactly that. But I will say that I’m glad you like it,” bending forward, he kissed her, their first one for the night, dragging Y/n’s lower lips between his teeth as they pulled apart.

“I love it,” she sighed contentedly, debating on whether or not she should reveal what she was thinking. Though, eventually concluding that there was no harm in the matter, Y/n added, “I’ve never been on a first date like this. It’s so beautiful out here and it feels…..like it’s just us out here. Honestly,I don’t know what I was expecting, but this was way better.”

“Well,” Keanu pulled her close and Y/n laid her head on his shoulder, breathing his familiar scent, feeling herself relax the way she always did when they were together. Keanu always had this way about him, when he wasn’t putting a shake in her knees, he was exceptionally good at stilling her heart, making the rest of the world just melt away. “I just kept thinking; what could I do for the girl that has everything, who could go anywhere? And then I realized, that i could give you effort, show you how much I care, how much I want this to work.”

Shifting awkwardly, Y/n planted her elbow on the table, cradling her head as she observed him curiously, placing her free hand on his thigh. Had anyone ever made her feel like that? “You mean that?”

One of his hands had long slid down to her hip, resting on the little band at the hem of her jacket, and Keanu put the other over hers on his knee, “I do,” he smiled lightly, kissing her again, that time letting his forehead linger on hers as he said, “I want this to be more than sex Y/n. And I know that things in your life are complicated right now,” he didn’t need to say it; her parents were pressuring her to take up more responsibility at the company and to make things more exclusive with Daniel. He was nice though, patient and kind, but he couldn’t ever come close to making her feel what Keanu could. “But I’m willing to stick it out, because you’re worth it.”

“Maybe you’re just jealous,” she giggled, teasing, her hand moving out from under his to caress his cheek, his beard rough and ticklish beneath her tender touch, “I don’t think you're used to sharing your women.”

“True,” he turned to quickly kiss the inside of her palm, making Y/n giggle a little louder, the breathy, musical sound delightful and soothing against his ears, “But I wouldn’t be jealous if it were just physical, I could fuck anyone, but when its with you; you’re the one that I want to spend the nigh when it over. I know that I probably should have said this before, but I’ve been beating myself up over it, but Y/n, since we met, I can’t get you out of my head,” he chortled quietly, licking his lips as if he couldn’t believe he was finally saying everything he’d been holding back from her for the past three months. “At first I thought it was just infatuation or something, but I like you Y/n, so, if you want more too, then I say we should do this.”

Nodding, Y/n sniffled, surprised at how touching his admission had been. It felt like she’d been holding her breath for it, even if she hadn’t realized it, “I’d like that,” her voice was soft and the moment felt electric, as if everything between had just changed, but for the better, “I’d like that a lot actually,” her quiet laughter reeled him back in and that kiss was deeper than the others, promising and filled with something more than what was at the surface. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that fuck buddies shared, it was the kind that told each other that there was something between them that transcended physicality, that if they really wanted it too, things could work out between them.

When Y/n and Keanu left the ocean side park, she was with doubt, a little tipsier than he was, though, still coherent and if anything, just a bit more flirty than usual. Instead of taking her home, he’d taken her back to his place, largely on Y/n’s insistence that they go there instead. From the minute Keanu had the door unlocked and the security temporarily deactivated, shutting the door behind them; Y/n was on him, stumbling into his chest, pressing hot kisses to his jaw and neck as she undid his pants.

Without much effort, Keanu pushed off Y/n’s jacket and then hoisted her up in his arms, her legs instinctively going around his waist, “Are you sure?” He asked, between, hot, heavy kisses.

“Yeah,” she breathed, with a giddy smile, her fingers curled in the ends of his hair, “Why don't you want to?” It certainly felt like he did.

“Of course I want too,” they lingered in the downstairs hallway, his hands secured on her ass, her breath warm on his neck, the aroma of the Cabernet swirling around them, mixing with the fading scents of musky cologne and fragrant perfume, “But I don’t want to take advantage of you.” When they were both drunk, that was one thing, but when it was just Y/n who’d had a little too much, Keanu wouldn’t dare.

“Ugh,” Y/n groaned lightly, untangling her legs from around him, ensuring that she suggestively slid down his body before her heeled boots lit the hardwood with a soft thud, “I’m not drunk, you won’t be taking advantage of me,” she mocked and Keanu frowned.

Tentatively, he placed his calloused hands on her shoulders, rubbing circles into the smooth skin left exposed by flimsy lilac straps, “There’s always tomorrow,” he reassured her.

Sighing heavily, Y/n rolled her eyes. She really wasn’t drunk, and she really wanted him. With the first inkling of an idea just starting to form in her mind, Y/n sauntered closer, urging Keanu against the wall, “I don’t want to wait for tomorrow.” One of her hands brushed his crotch before dipping into his boxers, her fingers circled around his semi-hard cock firmly, and slowly, she started pumping, “Do you?”

“No,” sighed, “Fuck,” he threw his head back, his eyes slipping closed as she went faster. Kissing his lips deeply one last time, Y/n’s tongue slid over his before she pulled away, dropping to her knees. With half his weight propped up by the wall behind him, Keanu looked down at her, cupping her cheek as she pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees, his erection springing free. Y/n licked her lips and when Keanu tipped her chin upwards, he threaded his free hand through her hair, “You look so beautiful like this baby, on your knees for me.”

“Mhm,” Y/n hummed, dragging her wine stained lip through her teeth, “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” her voice was a husky whisper and without anything further, she brought her lips to his cock, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the underside of his shaft. Keanu hissed and heat pooled in her panties at just the first feeling of him on her lips. Her kisses trialed up to his tip, where a bead of precum had already gathered. Swirling her tongue around his head, Y/n smirked at Keanu’s loud moan.

“Fucking hell,” he swore, “Show me what that mouth can do baby.” At a leisurely pace, Y/n ran her tongue up his cock one last time, half for lubrication and half for Keanu’s reaction before, circling her lips around him and taking him into her mouth. His impressive girth stretched her lips and before she could even take him fully, his head was hitting the back of her throat. At first, it made her gag, though, when she slowed her bobbing the feeling went away and all Y/n was focused on was how good Keanu felt in her mouth.

Her center throbbed with arousal and with both her hands occupied; one massaging Keanu’s balls and the other working what she couldn’t reach with her mouth, her muffled moans joined his groans and obscene emissions of pleasure. Y/n’s cheeks were hollowed out as it moved slowly, and occasionally, with his fingers gripping a fistful of her hair, Keanu’s hips would jerk eagerly.

Her tongue swirled around Keanu’s cock, appreciating the bump of every vein and she moaned around him enthusiastically, her hands working faster when Keanu encouraged it. When she started to feel him tense up, wanting to prolong his pleasure, Y/n pulled away, a soft ‘pop’ following the sting of saliva as she alternated between between planting sloppy kisses to his throbbing erection, maintaining eye contact when she eventually took Keanu in her mouth again.

“Fuck Y/n, you're so fucking good with your mouth,” he praised, husky and low, bringing his free hand to her hair, to join his other in her hair, guiding her pace, “God,” Keanu groaned after a while, “I’m gonna…..”

Eager to taste him, Y/n upped the ante, doing exactly what she knew he liked; alternating between gently dragging her nails along his balls and rubbing them with the flat of her palm, “Y/n….” he moaned her name breathlessly, throwing his head back and his eyes being forced shut with pleasure, “Are you sure to want me too….”

Y/n nodded eagerly, her sounds of agreement muffled. It didn’t take long after then and soon enough he was exploding in her mouth; his hot seed hitting the back of her throat, coating her tongue and dripping out the sides of her lips, down her chin. Keanu swore in ecstasy, his vision blurry and his knees weak as he forced himself to look down at Y/n who lapped up his creamy white product.

When she was finished they were both breathing heavily and she rocked back, sitting on the back of her calves. Licking her lips seductively, Y/n cocked a sly grin, not even noticing that one final dribble of his seed had dripped from her chin all the way down to the top of her right breast. “Get up here,” Keanu took her hands, immediately pulling her to him when Y/n was standing, “You’re something else,” he chuckled, his hands appreciating her curves before lifting her blouse over her head tossing it to the floor next to her jacket. “I like this bra,” he hummed, “Makes you boobs look good.”

“Don’t you want to take it off?” Y/n managed as he palmed her breasts through the white padded lace, his thumbs skimming the top of her cleavage.

“No,” he scrunched his nose for the briefest minute, “Lets keep it on for now.”

Already, she could feel him hardening against her bare stomach, no longer even surprised by his virility. Reaching between them as Keanu lowered his hands to undo the button and zipper on her light washed jeans, Y/n pumped his cock slowly, bringing him to hardness again.

In no time, Keanu had Y/n naked form the waist down and had kicked off her pants and shoes. Craving the feeling of his skin on hers, she fought to push off Keanu’s jacket, proceeding to lift his t-shirt over his head, discarding it with the rest of their clothes. “Don’t you want to go upstairs?”

“Later,” Keanu growled, lifting Y/n off the ground, only to deposit her on top of a white varnished hall chest near the living room entrance. The sound of things shifting and falling off the surface momentarily joined their moaning, though, Y/n and Keanu barely heard it too caught up in pawing at each other.

Lining himself with her dripping entrance, Keanu entered Y/n all at once, her loud, “Fuck,” seeming to echo off the walls. His initial thrust sent her back against the wall, though Keanu immediately pulled her forward again, holding Y/n in place with one arm wrapped around her and the other hand stationed at her waist.

His lips found her neck, sucking love bites into her sweet spots, his trimmed beard scratching her skin, contrasting with its softness. Y/n’s head lolled to the side as she nearly melted in Keanu’s arms, at mercy to his ministrations. Her legs were tangled carelessly at the back of his thighs, her whimpers; music to his ears as her hands worked on autopilot, sliding up his back.

Y/n clung to him, begging Keanu to go faster, yelping when he did. He rolled his hips quickly, moving his hand from her back to reach between them, rubbing her the bundle of nerves between her slick folds encouragingly. Y/n mewled, her head dropping to Keanu’s shoulder helplessly, “Ke….”

“Mm?” He hummed, knowing exactly what he was doing to her. Her nails dug into his skin and she could feel his bulging veins pulsing against her walls. With each thrust, she could feel herself growing closer to her climax.

“Ke…” she whimpered his name again, “God,” her eyes slipped closed, squeezed shut, “I’m close.”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged, “Come all over my cock.”

The words were all Y/n needed to hear before stars were dancing along her eyelids and heat spilling out of her, her breathing ragged as Keanu rode out her high. Her legs quaked with pleasure and if she was standing, Y/n was sure that they wouldn’t be able to support her weight. Her juices coated their thighs, warm and sticky as Y/n went limp against Keanu.

“Not so fast baby,” Keanu chuckled, caressing her cheek as he started working her up again, “I haven’t even taken you to bed yet.”

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