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trashcatsnark · 3 years

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Oh, let me continue the subject of the jealousy of these two. You're saying that Johnny isn't the type to hold back when it comes to emotions. And it really is. But... there is a moment in the game when V talks about his exes or about stupid compliments in a conversation with River. And Johnny doesn't say anything. I would write it off as a scenario move, so as not to shift the focus from the River. But this isn't the only time Johnny ignores events in this quest line. See the second question

Part 2 for context: So... I continue. Do you remember the moment when you watched brain damage and lost consciousness, when you and River were searching for clues about the mayor's murder? Johnny never ignored the moments when V passed out. Here River comes to the rescue, and you would think that he knows that there is someone to help and nothing to worry about ...But in similar situations with Judy and Panam, he would appear and deliver his moralizing remarks or make snide comments. 🤔

Personally, I do believe this is sort of a meta issue. I’ve talked about it a little bit before in a general post; how given his characterization, Johnny does not in my opinion talk as much as he should. In a more comedic example, I mentioned how could anyone honestly look me in the eye and say that Johnny wouldn’t have a comment on the guy with the exploding penis implant???? Like Johnny is majorly characterized as a guy who can’t leave well enough alone and always has something to say; yet theres a fairly large percentage of gigs and missions and moments where you’d think Johnny would have something to say and he doesn’t. There’s also times where lines are blatantly reused and in a jarring way.

Like, I could be wrong, but I think they reuse him saying “There it is” with both V getting Nibbles and a man committing suicide in a gig. Like?????

Meta wise, I do think it’s partially a fear of over incorporating Johnny to the point players found him annoying. Because even now, some people find him irritating and wish he’d talk less. So, that could be a factor. The idea of not sidelining love interests is a factor of course. While, he has commentary through out each love interests questlines. He always does mostly bugger off during the romantic lead up and the actual kiss then sex. Because well, it might be a bit of a buzzkill and if you’re trying to get laid and Methed Out Future Keanu Reeves is yelling at you from the corner of the room. I mean, it’d probably enhance my experience but some people aren’t into that.

As for why stuff like, him ignoring V getting zapped by the braindance in River’s quest. I’ve always thought that was ooc. Like, short of potentially the bd having fried him up for a bit, kinda like the emp blast does when V and Panam take down the AV. But overall, over and over again, Johnny is shown to be the first one there when V gets hurt. Even if its to yell at them for going into the toxic water or he waits a beat to appear once Panam is done looking over V.

And that could be because they potentially again wanted to give more attention to River or... and I always hate to get into this sort of discourse, cause I know it aggravates some people. It was an oversight, something not caught, something not thought of, just because to be fair...River has the least polished questline of the love interests. The male love interests in general imo were sidelined more. But, River A) has the least amount of quests to build up to his romance, B) is the most easily missable love interest since he’s not even required to meet for the secret ending the way Kerry is. and C) this could just be my own personal experience, maybe cyberpunk 2077 provides unique bugs for everyone, but his quests are the buggiest for me.

And to be perfectly clear, this is not me being a dick to River. Do, I think some aspects of his character are kinda tone deaf, sure, but I like River. I think he’s a sweetheart, who’s usually pretty stiff, but has his cuter jokey moments and is a puppy dog underneath. I love doing his quests because they’re truly very emotional, being able to help his family. Like, being able to save Randy is one of the best feelings in the game to me, knowing you saved him and so many other young boys. That’s why it honestly breaks my heart to see how little polish and attention his quests were given. From the calls glitching, him not staying on comms in the first quest, Johnny in my game doesn’t even give the dialogue warning my V about River wanting to sleep with her, like it just does not show up for me, The cobbled together family photo. The weird pacing of the romance that goes from 0 to a 100. Randy’s face glitches and clips through the mask when you’re saving him. Like the concept, the investigation, the intense stakes, and the emotional impact of his quest are all so good; but CDPR just did not in my opinion take enough time with it.

So, maybe they didn’t bother to script and put Johnny in that scene despite it being something he’d most definitely pop in for; cause they just didn’t take their time with it like they could have/should have.

And in regard to Johnny in universe and talking; while like I said he’s more upfront and direct with his anger and side comments that he uses to hide his real feelings. I do think, especially if its post oils field convo, a part of him tries desperately to bite his tongue and just sit with his feelings if he think its best for V. In the more love dovey romance moment with River, I could see him being like, “okay, V wants this, as much as it pisses me off, V deserves to have some good in their life” and tries to hold back and be good and then five seconds later “CANT BELIEVE YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME FUCK A COP” cause he can only behave for so long.

And I do wanna note; I am by no means consider myself a Johnny Silverhand expert. I’ve said this before, his characterization and just him as a person can be very messy, very all over the place, and contradictory at times. He can try to kill V and then the next day pop up to chat with them in a diner and be like “why aren’t you happy to see me?????? you still mad?????? its been a whole ass 5 hrs since I told you to kill yourself and bashed your head into a window, gotta learn to let shit go dude.” So, sometimes I worry I’m making him ooc, but its fun nontheless, so.

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ficsnroses · 4 years

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Hold You - Keanu Reeves x Reader

ayeee we back out here with another generic fic title:)

Word Count : 2783

Warnings : Nothing besides fluff! One F bomb as well. And a mention (or a few..) of sex.

Summary : Reader cuddles Keanu before bed to cheer him up, & an intimate conversation about their relationship ensues.

A/N : Shout out to @meetmeinthematinee @thesadvampire & @john-wickening for loosely inspiring this during a convo the other day. 🖤

On a chilly February evening, you sit alone, whisked away in a novel, tucked in your queen sized bed. The freshly washed sheets, fragrant with the smell of spring cherry blossoms sprawled around you; make you miss the season forthcoming. It felt like it had been ages since you last saw a vibrant, rosy pink blossom blooming outside.

Someone had gifted you a petite, potted cherry blossom tree as housewarming gift when you and Keanu first purchased your home together. He planted it right in your front yard, where you’d see it each time you come in and out. It had been growing more and more each year, coming back stronger, wiser. You felt it symbolized a lot more than just a shrub, rising in your yard. It had been there since you and Keanu started your journey together, by buying a home, where you’d start a family together. It symbolized all the firsts that would come thereafter, the ups and downs that may follow, the good and the not so good.

But what would always remain, was familiarity. The beauty that would remain evergreen, the growth that would signify endless support. The roots that had found home in what surrounded. The love that grew, season after season,

both outside, in the yard called home to the blossom tree,

and inside, in the house you and your lover called home.

Your husband, Keanu, would be home soon. Night had fallen a few hours long ago, the winter days shorter. You’d often wait for him when he was out later. He’d been out today to the Arch office, working out some stuff with his colleagues for the business. He’d called earlier, letting you know he’d eat out tonight, as they’d ran overtime. You’d planned to watch a movie together before bed though, you missed him all day.

A few moments pass, the pages flipping between your fingers, your gaze intently locked in, inquisitive, absorbed within the tale you’d immersed between. The gray bedroom door flows open, revealing a much tired Keanu, Arch leather jacket swung over his shoulder. His eyes catch yours, as he smiles, rubbing tiredness from his earthy pupils.

“Hi baby.” His gruff voice rasps, as he walks towards the closet.

“Hey, how was it?” you chirp, setting the novel aside on the nightstand, your reading glasses along.

He runs a hand through his lengthy mane, sighing. “It was okay.” He keeps his gaze low, shuffling out of his jeans into some sweatpants, and a plain white sleeping shirt. You admire his bare chest and torso as he does, although his muscles seem tense. Biting your lip, you inquire.

“Everything alright, love?”

Keanu chuckles lightly, the sound barely escaping past his lips as he throws his clothes into the wash hamper. “Everything’s okay. Just…I don’t know. Fatigue I guess.”

“Aw, should we watch a movie tomorrow instead, then?” you propose, fluffing your pearly white pillow.

“I guess.” His deep voice exhales. He walks towards the bed to his side, pulling the covers back. His under eyes are puffier than usual; you know him like the back of your hand. He’s had a long, long day. But he’s never the type to complain or lament. He’s a hard worker, prefers to keep the attention drawn away.

But you were his wife, if you wouldn’t look out for him, who else would?

You bring your hand to touch his forearm, tracing some of the veins along his skin. “You wanna do something else?” bringing yourself in closer, you wrap your hands around his left arm, placing a kiss to his bicep, before you rest your head on it. He seemed tense, hassled. You hated every second seeing him this way.

Keanu brings his right hand to rest over one of yours that is wrapped around his left arm. Gently squeezing, he sighs.

“Do you ever wonder, about how much of everything there is?”

Your brows furrow together, hearing the words come out of his mouth. “Hmmmm…care to elaborate?” you propose, hugging his arm closer, as you’re still leaning on it, sat side by side in bed.

“There so many people, so many stories. So many problems. Do you ever wonder, where does it all end?” he divers his gaze down again. “What if it all ended today? What if all our stories just…ceased to exist? Would we be happy with what we’ve left behind?”

You take in a shaky breath, realizing there’s a ton on his mind right now. Every now and then, Keanu feels down, which is alright, he’s only human. He deserves to feel, as we all do.

You lace his hand with yours, hugging his arm tighter now.

“Hmm, that’s a pretty vast one. I’d like to think we all leave a mark, no matter how big or small. And if we’re content, happy with the way we’re leading our lives when we’re here, does it really matter what we leave behind?”

He slowly nods his head, lips pursing together tighter.

“Bad day?” you ask again.

“I guess. Don’t know why though.”

“That’s alright.” You smile, freeing yourself from him. You move back over to your side of the bed, laying down, and open your arms for him. “Come here.” You smile, nudging him.

He looks down at you, how adorable you looked inviting him in for a snuggle. The cast of the bed side lamp over your skin, paired with the moonlight filtered in made you look delightfully surreal, dreamlike. Your arms were always so warm, so welcoming. As much as it may go against his manly persona, Keanu enjoyed the occasional cuddle of being the little spoon. There was just something so appealing, so lovable, addicting with the way you’d hold him close.

You see a smile creep his lips, as he lowers himself down. Wrapping your arms around him, he tucks his head into your chest, breathing in your lavender scent in an audible inhale. He secures his arms around you as well, holding tight.

This was what it meant to have complete contentment.

You bring a hand up to stroke his silky, dark hair comfortingly, peacefully placing a few kisses to his temple, his head. His breathing is steady, felt against your skin. Gently massaging his scalp with your fingers, you kiss his forehead before speaking.

“What was the highlight of your week, babe?” you find talking to him, normally makes him feel more at ease.

He brings his head out of your chest, pulling away slightly, so he’s now face to face with you. “Definitely that meal we had the other day on that beach restaurant.” he chuckles. “What about you?”

“I saw a puppy with the fluffiest fur the other day while taking the recycling out.” You grin. “Which reminds me, can we please get a dog?” you frown.

He laughs, deep voice rummaging through your ears. “Maybe.”

Bringing his head back to tuck into your chest, he holds you tighter again, latching on as you hold him, soothingly rubbing his back and arms. You continue to press kisses wherever you can, letting him know you’re close.

You never let him forget the feeling of being touched, with all the love you can offer. All the love he deserves.

“I love you.” You whisper, every now and then, barely audible as you’re holding each other, relaxed and gratified.

A few moments later, Keanu pulls back, moving up slightly, leaning his head on his elbow as he faces you. His lips harbour the most contagiously exquisite smile.

“What’s something you’ve dreamed of doing, but haven’t?” he asks, peering down at you. He brings a hand to lace with yours, your fingers fiddling together.

You ponder for a moment, “I’ve always wanted to make something creative. Like, direct, or organize?” you answer, shifting so you can lean your head on one of your arms, as the other holds his hand.

“Why haven’t you yet, angel?” he frowns.

“Fear of failure, I guess. I just need an idea I’m really confident in.”

He brings your hand up to place a kiss to your palm. “Anything you’ll make is amazing.”

You grin at him, and at how romantic he’s being. This man really had your entire heart.

“What’s your favourite memory we’ve shared together?” you probe, leaning your hand on your chin now, staring up at him, gently stroking his hand with your thumb. He chuckles, before tapping his chin.

“We’ve shared so many, how do you expect me to choose?” he debates.

“There’s got to be something that stands out! Are you trying to say I’m not memorable?” you gasp playfully.

He cups your cheek, gently stroking his thumb under your eye. “You’re the most memorable thing I have.”

He really meant that, and you know it.

“I think it would have to be that day, a few months into when we were first dating. I took you on a drive along the coast, we stopped at that cliff overlooking the city. On the way back, it got dark, and you fell asleep holding my hand. I tried avoiding every single pothole and bump so you wouldn’t wake up.” He shakes his head, his dark brown hair falling in his face.

“Baby, you did that? You never told me that before.” You giggle, tapping his nose.

“Yeah, you looked so peaceful. So fucking perfect. I kept glancing over every few moments to make sure you were okay.” He kisses your forehead. “There was this stray hair that kept falling in your eye, so I’d have to keep moving my hand to move it away, and then bring my hand down to hold yours again, so it wouldn’t get cold.” He smiled, reminiscing.

You beam at the way he’s speaking, recalling every detail. Your heart was fluttering, feeling yourself fall deeper in love with him, if that was even possible.

He lays back down again, head against the pillows, pulling you into his chest, so he’s now the bigger spoon. Wrapping both arms around you, he ponders.

“What qualities made me special to you?” he asks, curious. He often thought about how exceptionally perfect you were; you were definitely the woman of his dreams. He had trouble seeing why you chose him, sometimes.

You place a kiss to his chest, hugging him tighter.

“There’s so, so many, Ke. I love how caring you are; how respectful you are to every single person around you. How thoughtful you are, considerate. I love how passionate you are of your work, how determined, enthusiastic you are. I love the way you take care of me. The way you kill spiders for me, the way you make my morning coffee perfect each and every time. The way you let me have the less scary side of the bed.” You giggle. “I love how much you love me, and never let me forget it.” You say genuinely, moving your gaze up to look at him, adoringly, your fingers gently grazing his chest.

With his cheeks blushed a tinge of peach, he smiles down at you, lovingly. You’d remind him how much he meant to you, each second of every day if you could.

“Okay, I have one for you. What were you thinking of on our first date?” you giggle, proposing. Positioning your head back on his chest, an arm drapes over him again, hugging into him, the beat of his heart, rise and fall of his chest under you, reminding you that he was real; not just a dream.

A wonderful, magnificent dream.

With a chuckle, he sighs. “Definitely praying that you were just as affected by me as I was by you. I think my breath really hitched when I picked you up from that apartment you lived in by the farmer’s market.” He laughs. “You didn’t know I brought my bike, and the look you gave me, it was priceless, sweetheart.” He leans down to place a kiss in your hair, recollecting.

You gasp in memory. “I remember that! You asked me to hold onto you while we drove, pretty sure my heart fluttered at the thought of touching you.” You giggle. “Not much has changed, huh.” You smile at the way you’re doing just that now, limbs tangled, completely connected physically, & emotionally, holding each other.

“That was a pretty great day.” He shifts slightly under you, to allow his hand to how hold yours as it rests on his chest. “Hey, what would be your perfect day?” he asks, enquiring.

Furrowing your brows, biting your lip in thought, you finally speak.

“Hmm…okay. I’d… – sorry, we’d sleep in until at least 9:30am. I wouldn’t let you leave the bed before me because you know how I feel about losing your body heat.” You laugh. “Then, we would take our dog on a walk, who by the way, I’m still patiently waiting for you to gift me. Then, we’d have our morning coffee outside on the patio, overlooking the city. Maybe later I’d go to brunch with some friends, perhaps go to the library downtown…oh! A concert later in the evening would be cool. Maybe dinner by the beach with all our friends? Oh! I’d definitely go to that cute artisan bakery by the park.” You ramble. “What about you, baby?”

“Hmm...” he rubs his hand up and down your arm softly. “We’d sleep in, have some killer morning sex. Twice.” He looks down to see you playfully roll your eyes. He’s moving his spare hand out in front of him, waving away as he normally does when he speaks about things that interest him.

A quality so uniquely him.

“Then, we’d have breakfast and go for a motorcycle ride, maybe go for a swim, have more sex,” you cut him off.

“More? Didn’t we just go twice in the morning?” you huff, staring up at him.

“This is *my* perfect day, miss.” He jokes.

You raise your hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay. Go on.” You giggle and return your arms to his embrace.

“Then, we’d go to the movies. Maybe out to the bar later with friends, come back home, have more sex, do some reading outside by the pool, go out for an evening meal, come back home and have more sex,” you cut him off again.

“Okay, okay, I get the point.” You giggle, kissing his chest again.

“Five times in a day, Ke? Seriously?” you chuckle.

“Can’t help it when my wife is so beautiful.” He smiles. “There’s nothing I love more than making love to you, darling.”

Grinning, your hands fiddle together once again, fingers gently lacing each other, soothingly grazing over each others palms. The dainty room fills with stillness once again, for a few moments.

Closing your eyes, you focus your attention on the feel of his steady breathing chest underneath your head, the warmth of his body engulfing you, the scent of a cigarette smoked not long ago, spiked with the scent of his woody cologne enticing your senses.

Grasping his much larger hand in yours both of yours, you place a kiss to each one of his fingers, so softly, tenderly.

Bringing your hand up, you gently scratch his beard, your touch brimming with affection. As your head stays placed on his chest, with your hand stroking through his hair calmly, gently tracing the bumps of his face, you ask into the dimly lit room, voice discreet, softer than a flowing feather.

“Ke, were you in love before me?” you wonder. The ticking of the clock seems to get louder, filling the tranquillity of the four walls.

He takes in a deep breath, before responding.

“Not like this.”

Placing another kiss to your hair, he continues to hold you tight to his chest, almost shielding you away from any harm. The way he’d always protect you.

“I’ve never loved this strong in my entire life. I can’t see a life without you in it. And I’m not scared of how much I love you. I just know, that you are everything. & I know, that what we have, what we’ve made, is the most important thing I have.”

Feeling tears brim ever so slightly in your orbs, you exhale, in complete contentment. You knew each word leaving his mouth was coming from the bottom of his heart, because he’d never failed to show you. For you, each word meant complete certainty, unquestionably.

How, did you ever get so lucky to find someone who loves you so entirely, so unconditionally?

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shift your weight onto your elbow, leaning up to stare him right into his chocolate eyes, perfectly glistening, so beautifully. There’s a gratified smile that rests his lips, so completely at ease, a perceptible contrast to the stress that’d worked his features prior.

Cupping his cheek with your palm, your subtle, delicate voice speaks.

“What can I do to show you how much I love you?”

Grasping your wrist, resting his hand over yours that cups his cheek, he stares you right into your eyes, almost as if staring into your soul. “Exactly what you’re doing now. Listening to me, being here with me.”

Leaning in, your lips graze his, connecting in a love drenched kiss, his thumb coaxes the soft skin under your eye, pouring a wealth of adoration, respect, fondness, all things good, everything he wanted to give to you, into your rosy lips.

“You mean everything to me, too.” You whisper, into his neck, as he pulls you back in, resting his chin on top of your head.

In this moment, so pure, as a fresh rainfall after a sandy drought, worry ceases to exist.

As the bedside lamp glimmers, emitting a glowy hue of gold into each corner of the serene room,

the thought of spring cherry blossoms fills your head again.

The way they’d bloom once more, in the warmth. The way they’d return, greeting the new, sweet, honeyed spring, returning to the front yard garden, to the familiarity of being back home, exactly where they’d belonged all along.

The heavenly sky and whispy clouds would wave hello to them, the breezy air would embrace them, the graceful rainfall would kiss them, the silky grass would welcome them. Because all things bloom, in the most natural form of love.

Snuggled tight to your lover, the man who owned each drop of love you had to offer, you hug him closer, keen to feel his skin in closest proximity.

Feeling his lips on your forehead, you daze off into a deep, restful sleep, in the arms,

of the one,

who mattered most.

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Birthday Challenge Day 6 (1995)

Requested by: @penwieldingdreamer

Song: Back for Good by Take That

Wordcount: 934

Warnings: Mostly fluff

Pairing: Jack Traven x Reader

His fingers drummed on the leather of the steering wheel, impatient and anxious. His breath came in hot, short pants. Jack had a few too many to drink tonight and whatever was left of his sober and sane brain knew this wasn’t the best time to do this, but the biggest, most inebriated side of him was very keen on seeing you.

Jack didn’t even know anymore why the two of you had fought. It was something stupid, at least that what it felt like for him. An inconsequential thing that was blown out of proportion by your short temper and his inability to admit when he was wrong.

That had been two weeks ago and ever since you hadn’t come to his place or answered his calls and it was driving Jack crazy because he missed you. He missed waking up next to you and going to sleep with you. He missed the sweet peck on his cheek whenever he was leaving for work and the heated, welcoming kiss when he came back.

He missed the way you would hog the blankets, your offkey singing whenever you were cooking and how you always wrapped your arms around him whenever he was doing the dishes or how you cuddled against his side whenever you two were watching a movie. Jack missed you, plain and simple. Missed you enough to swallow his stupid pride and come crawling back.

It did help that Harry nearly kicked his ass when he heard the entire thing. His exact words were:

“It doesn’t matter if you think you’re right. If you love her as much as I know you do, suck it up, be a man and apologize Goddamnit! She’s too good for you. Don’t fuck this up.”

So here Jack was, drunk and needy and ready to beg you to take him back. Maybe. If he managed to swallow the last bit of his pride and step out of his car without throwing up on his shoes.

The knock on his window made Jack jump, hand flying to his waistband where his holster would be, but finding it empty since he was off duty. Once his heart finally settled in his chest and his vision cleared enough for him to make out your features in the dark street, Jack lowered his window, giving you a sheepish smile at the sight of your scowl.

“You’ve been parked outside my place for the last hour like a creeper. Peter almost called the cops on you,” you said with a glare and now Jack remembered why the two of you fought. Peter, the new neighbor that had been way too friendly with you.

“I bet Peter would love to see me arrested,” Jack slurred, jealousy churning on his stomach. Of maybe it was the whiskey.

“Not this again,” you huffed and rolled your eyes. “Get out.”

“What?” Jack stared at you in confusion.

“You’re drunk, Jack. You can’t drive home, so get out,” you ordered again, and Jack finally obeyed, all but falling in your arms. And for such a tiny woman, you were surprisingly strong, because you didn’t fall under his way.

“I love you,” Jack babbled as you guided his staggering steps towards your house. “And I missed you so much. I’m so sorry, kitten.”

“You’re always sorry,” you complained, pushing the door open and letting Jack walk in. “But you keep doing it. I can’t be with someone that doesn’t trust me.”

“I trust you!” he declared, falling on the couch. “It’s Peter I don’t trust. He’s trying to get into your pants. I know it.”

“Doesn’t matter what Peter wants,” you said, dropping on the couch next to Jack. “Because I love you, idiot, and I wanna be with you.”

“So, will you take me back?” Jack asked, hope fluttering in his heart like a bird locked in his ribcage. “For good?”

“Do you promise to trust me and stop being ironic and snappy at Peter?” you asked, one eyebrow cocked, arms crossed over your chest.

“I promise to try really hard.” Jack once again flashed that sheepish smile and you sighed, shaking your head. “Look, I’m never gonna like him. I never gonna like anyone who looks at you like they’re undressing you with their eyes, but I do trust you, ok? And I’ll do my best not to be an asshole even if I’m jealous. How about that?”

“Alright,” you relented, giving him a small smile, but when Jack leaned closer to kiss you, you pressed a hand against his chest and shaking your head. “Oh no, mister. You stink. Shower, aspirin, then bed.”

“Just one? I really missed you.” He pouted, working his kicked puppy look. You narrowed your eyes at him in consideration, before pressing a quick peck on his lips.

“There. Now shower.”

Before you could move further, Jack caught you in his arms, pulling you closer, catching your lips in a hard, searing kiss. You melted against his embrace, any protest against the strong taste of liquor on his tongue forgotten as wetness spread between your legs.

“Shower, aspiring then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna feel me for a week,” Jack spoke against your lips, a smirk in place. “I need to make up for lost time.”

“Okay,” you smirked back, kissing him once more. “Anything I want?”

“Anything,” Jack assured.

“Hope you brought your handcuffs, Officer,” you said with a malicious glint on your eyes, getting up and offering Jack a hand to bring him back to his feet as well, leading the way to the bedroom.

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palettes-and-prompts · 4 years

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Character Palette/Personality Palette

If I have seen the movie/show/or whatever this character is in I will let you know! But if I haven't I'm just gonna give my best guess to their personality or what I think they like and everything. I will make them two palettes, one based on their appearance and one based on what I think their personality is. If you'd rather not see this just block the tag "character palette and personality guess" I figure no one's tagging anything like that so it should be easy to filter out. If you genuinely like this character and I lowkey diss them I'm sorry, I'm not going to apologize though, you're going to have to live with it. If you wanna send me a character for a palette and my guess at their personality/interests just drop it on anon and I'll see what I can do.

Alright so this is Dylan Dalmatian from the show 101 Dalmatian Street. I don't watch this show, but I like how he's drawn. Very cute.

He looks like he's the kind of dog to get bullied. I like his little collar though, it's very cute, got a little star on it. He seems like a good dog, a good puppy. I trust him but he looks weak in the way that he's very friendly but not every animal he meets is friendly. He's got a naive air about him. He's got the same energy as Linguini from Ratatouille. If this dog were a human he'd be working in Paris, getting controlled by a rat to make food for the people of France. I can almost hear the accordion right now. I think whoever his best friend is they're definitely more energetic than he is. Like, they've got the same energy as an exclamation mark while this dog's got the energy of an ampersand. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I feel like I could watch a whole movie about this dog roaming the streets of New York, maybe California, possibly Florida but only if it's set in Miami. And I'd only watch it if it was a musical. I want this guy to be voiced by Michael Cera and I want his older brothers to be voiced by Post Malone and Blackbear. His mom has to be voiced by Cher. His best friends have to be voiced by Donald Glover, bbno$, Yung Gravy, and Carrie Underwood. And I want his love interest to be voiced by either Sam Smith, Ben Platt, Hayley Williams, Selena Gomez, or like Tyler, the Creator. But I absolutely expect the villain to be played by Ed Sheeran. It's very important and he has to be a sloth because he looks like a sloth to me. But I don't want Ed Sheeran to be the one singing I want someone else to sing for him so I don't have to hear him. And I want his henchman to be voiced by Michael Bublé , Justin Timberlake, or Charlie Puth(not because I think he's evil, I just think his voice is nice). And they're allowed to sing, Michael Bublé isn't allowed to talk throughout the rest of the movie, he's only allowed to be stoic until the singing bits come up. And then side characters who have a song can be any/all of the following Lady Gaga, Shakira, Mariah Carey, Cher, Zendaya, T-Pain(auto-tuned and not auto-tuned), Drew Seeley, Lauv, One Direction (all of them or none of them), and Troye Sivan. And that's all I want to sing, there can be a few people who just voice like Tony Hawk, Bo Burnham, Nick Kroll, Keanu Reeves, and Taylor Swift. Oh, and John Mulaney can be one of them but the animal he voices has to be homeless. I don't know why but they have to be, you know? This one was less about his personality and more about the musical I just want to happen. This dog's personality can be summed up by just saying he's very Michael Cera-ish. Does that make sense?

Anyway here's his palette based on his character design.

And here is his palette based on what I think his personality is.

#character palette and personality guess #character palette #personality guessing #dylan dalmatian #101 dalmation street

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years

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Date Night

Keanu Reeves x Reader (requested)

It was supposed to be date night. Operative words being, ‘supposed to be’. Instead, Y/n had spent most of the evening working on her laptop in Keanu’s living room. They were still having a date. Kind of. Keanu had offered to cook while Y/n finished her work and afterwards, they could spend some long awaited time together.

Keanu was supposed to be cooking. Y/n was supposed to be working. Though about an hour and a half into their time, they were barely doing either. Y/n was on the sofa, leaning against the arm of it, laptop in front of her, typing away, when she felt a pair of strong hands kneading into her shoulders. “What are you doing?” she giggled, trying to pay attention to her work.

“Helping my girlfriend relax,” Keanu replied innocently. He bent to kiss the top of her head, “You looked so stressed, I wanted to help you.”

“I thought you were cooking.” She reminded, leaning into him, “This isn’t cooking Keanu.“

“I was!” He laughed defending himself, “But I came to check in on you. Are you almost done?”

Sighing, Y/n slumped her shoulders, “No. And the deadline is this Friday. I’m doomed,” She pouted.

“You’re not,” Keanu laughed lightly, “Knowing you, you’ll get this done with time to spare.” Giving her shoulders one last comforting squeeze, “I have go check on dinner and you need to get back to work.”

Y/n pouted exaggeratedly but let him go, returning her attention to the work laid out in front of her. For a while she continued, undisturbed, until she was, well, disturbed. “What are you doing now?” Y/n squinted, regarding Keanu with amused suspicion as he crouched down next to the sofa.

“I just wanted to let you know that dinner’s almost ready. And you look cute like this.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “When I’m about to lose my mind?”

“When you’re wearing you thinking face.” Keanu frowned, “You’re really having that much of a hard time?” He took one of her hands away from the keyboard, kissing each finger and then rubbing soothing circles in her palm. Gently, he placed his palm on her cheek, his familiar touch warm and comforting, urging her to look at him, “Hey, why don’t you take a break. Revisit this after you’ve de-stressed a little? Please?” He quickly kissed her lips when he saw her about to protest, “For me?”

How was she supposed to resist the most adorable puppy eyes on her favorite face? “I guess I could use a break. And it is date night.” Sighing, Y/n saved her finished progress and closed down her laptop, letting Keanu lead her to the kitchen. She perched herself on a barstool watching him finish up dinner, “Look at my man, cooking, making that wooden spoon look sexy.”

“I try.” He bowed his head; with his free hand on his chest and then turned of the stove. Keanu plated them each a serving while Y/n poured the wine. They ate at the kitchen counter, their seats pulled close together, talking and giggling quietly. Afterwards, they cleaned up, well Keanu cleaned up, insisting that Y/n relax.

Toying with the stem of her wine glass, Y/n slid off the stool, standing with a soft thud as her bare feet hit the floor. “I should try to get some work done.”

Turning from his spot at the kitchen sink, Keanu frowned, “Already? Don’t you wanna relax a little more? It might clear you head.” He hated seeing her push herself like this.

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. She understood his concern, but couldn’t help but stress about the work until it was done. “No. Its okay. I’ll try to finish up soon though.” Without giving him a chance to object, knowing he might convince her to take a longer break, she walked off, “I’ll be in the living room.”

Y/n worked on her laptop for while, constantly expecting Keanu to walk into the room, and take a seat next to her. She had cleared out some of her papers for him and everything. But he never did. Instead of dwelling, Y/n tried to push through the wall of stress and keep working, determined to end the night at least half way to the end.

She worked for a while, unsure of how much time had passed, growing more and more frustrated. Eventually, her laptop was close to dying and she hurried over to her bag for the charger. Though by the time Y/n had returned, the device was already shutting down. She hadn’t even saved her progress yet. “Fuck!” She whispered loudly, tossing some papers to the floor, tears in her eyes. Not even bothering to plug it in, Y/n plopped back on to the sofa, burying her face in her hands and she relented, letting quiet tears fall.

Keanu poked his head into the living room, only to find his Y/n with her face in her hands, crouched over, quiet sobs muffled. He had heard something fall just as he was finished in the bathroom and had come to see what had happened. Next to her was her laptop, the screen black and on the floor, papers were scattered. “Y/n?” He approached her, kneeling next her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

Immediately, she perked up. Well, she tried to, hastily wiping at her eyes, sniffling, “Hey,” Her voice shook, parts of the front of his shirt was wet, but before she could ask what he had been up too, he calmly encouraged her to tell him what was wrong, “Ugh,” Y/n passed her hands over her tear stained cheeks again, “Its nothing really. I’m just being a big baby. My laptop died before I could save my work.” With new resolve, “I shouldn’t even be crying about it, I should be trying to see if it was auto saved or starting over or something.”

Y/n tried to shake off his touch to get back to work but his grip only firmed. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get her to listen, “Babe, you’ve been at this all night. You’ll just keep getting more and more worked up. Maybe you should leave this be and take some time so you can recharge.” Y/n frowned slightly, but he had a point, so she let him pull her up and tuck her against his side, “Come on, I did something for you.”

Keanu led her down the hallway, through his bedroom, to the master bath. he pushed open the door to reveal the large bathtub filled, bubbles forming at the top, with rose petals scattered in the water. The tile around the tub was decorated with candles, the only source of light in the room and though her blurred eyes, it made the tub look as if it were glowing. The entire room smelled of lavender, already relaxing her. “Ke....” Y/n whispered affectionately, “You did this...”

“For you,” Keanu kissed her forehead, “You’ve been so stressed and so hard on yourself lately. I hate seeing you like that and wanted to help. I know that I can’t really be helpful with the actual work part and its not much but-”

Y/n cut him off by pulling him down for a kiss. “Thank you.” Her arms round his neck and he gladly returned the hug,

“Anything for you Y/n/n.” Keanu let Y/n kiss him again before, breaking their embrace, “Come on, the water only works if it warm.”

“You’re joining me right?” Y/n beamed up at him, her eyes pleading, “Please.”

“This is supposed to be for you Y/n,” Keanu argued weakly, as he helped Y/n into the tub, the warm water soaking into her body, a few deep red petals clinging to her skin.

“Keanu,” Y/n pouted, “If you get in here, this will all be way more effective.” Y/n gesture around her dramatically, pouting. ‘God she’s adorable’ he thought, watching her from outside the bath.

“I wanted to take care of you,” He offered her his best frown, though he knew he would indulge in her eventually. Keanu doubted that he could ever tell Y/n ‘no’, he couldn’t bare the disappointment on her face.

“You can take care of me. From in here.” Finally, Keanu gave up, stripping himself, walking over to the tub and Y/n scooted forward. He got in behind her, slouching down, leaning against the headrest, letting Y/n relax against his chest. They stayed like that for a while, until the water started going cold. Keanu reached behind him, turning on the heater, then started to massage Y/n’s shoulders. She hummed contently, closing her eyes, “I love you Keanu.” Her voice a soft, breathy whisper, tired eyes drooping closed as Keanu continued his ministrations.

“I love you too Y/n.” Kean responded quietly. He continued massaging her shoulder until Y/n was lulled to sleep. Then, carefully, taking care to not stir her awake, Keanu lifted her out of the tub, gently toweled her off, then got her into bed, crawling in next to her, drawing her body close to his. Everything else could wait for the next morning, when date night was over and he was sure that his girl had been taken care of.

#Keanu reeves #keanu reeves x you #keanu reeves x reader #Keanu reeves fanfiction #john wick #Keanu reeves imagine #Keanu reeves oneshot #celebrity #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #X you #dating #actor #actor x you #reader insert #Keanu reeves reader insert

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that-one-nb-kid · 6 years

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badly described bmc songs

1. Jeremy’s Theme: very cool, very sci-fi (this isn’t even a description, it’s just an opinion)

2. More Than Survive: Local Boy has Anxiety

alternatively, Local high School sucks

alternatively, Local Boy spends about a minute repeating crush’s name

3. I Love Play Rehearsal: Local Girl loves play rehearsal so much she’d probably sell a limb to stay

4. Squip Song: short boy doesn’t wash hands before becoming a walking advertisement for Japanese drug-computers

5. Two-Player Game: bideo bames + insisting you’ll be cool in college

(I was going to call this bideo bames with the red and blue gays)

6. The Squip Enters: PAIN

7. Be More Chill, pt 1: lol you suck

8. Do You Wanna Ride?: Local Puppy offers Local Boy ride but only if they get frozen yogurt

9. Be More Chill, pt 2: lol you suck but if you listen to me you won’t

10. More Than Survive (Reprise): Let the Boy wank, Keanu + Local Boy sucks less

11. A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into: Local Boy thinks Local Girl likes him, psyche

12. The Squip Lurks: ominous sounds

13. Upgrade: Local Boy still wants Local Girl and to be cool + heartbreak at the end

14. Halloween: underage drinking

15. Do you Wanna Hang?: no. (i don’t know if this is an actual description or my reaction to it.)

16. Michael in the Bathroom: Local Boy calls friend a loser and ditches him, said friend has panic attack

alternatively, This song makes me cry

17. The Smartphone Hour (Rich Set a Fire): gossip and rumors + does anyone know what actually happened

18. The Pitiful Children: aggressive beep bop boops

alternatively, Let’s drug all these children

19. The Pants Song: Local Boy’s father and friend put on pants.

20. The Play: rendition of bideo bames + discontinued soda saves Local School

21. Voices in my Head: I have voices, you have voices, I almost took over the School for you, wanna go out?

#bmc #be more chill #don't fucking ask #i like to think i'm funny #my post #long post cw #probably

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theglorydefender · 7 years

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Ted Theodore Logan Imagine~

The long awaited “Swimming with Ted” fic, sorry for waiting this long guys!

Summer break, warm July weather and music. Literally all I need. I’ve been spending my days listening to records in my room, doodling and just relaxing from all of my obligations in school. I’m graduating this year and I have a few things on my bucket list that I would like to do this summer before I start my senior year. One of them is, and it may sound silly, learn how to swim. I mean not that I don’t know how to move around in water but I’ve always been a bit scared and I would nearly end up drowning because my whole body would just freeze. I’ve been visiting the local pool in the late afternoons with my best friend but she’s not in town today so I’m debating on whether I should go alone or skip the practice today.

It’s 6:30 pm already ?! Oh man should I really go there alone ? The place is usually empty because everyone’s out of town on their holiday and, well, no one will see me practice my swimming so it’s whatever. I’m definitely going. I put on a pair of shorts and a shirt wearing my swimming suit underneath and made my way to the pool. As I walked in I noticed the two guys messing around by the pool. “Great!” I thought to myself, but not in a positive way. I’m definitely going to be way too embarrassed to swim while they’re here..Wait a second..I know these two. The shorter one is Bill and the tall guy next to him is Ted, we go to French class together. Ok I’m definitely not swimming now..I’ve had the hots for Ted since the freshman year and I’ve never really had the courage to say anything, we’ve only talked a few times and most of those conversations revolved around him asking me what a certain word means in French. I guess I’m just gonna walk away-

“Hey!” I heard someone shouting. As I turned around I saw Bill coming over to say hi. Ted was in the background looking in my direction with a shy smile on his face.

“Hey! Don’t mind us! We’re just messing around, you can totally come and swim with us if you wanna!” Bill said

“Oh it’s fine, I-”

“Come on! We don’t bite” he said laughing. Ted finally got the courage to come closer and greet me.

“Hi!”

“Hey Ted, what’s up ?”

“Oh nothing much, we’re just hanging by the pool. Do you come here often ?”

“Well..kind of. I’ve been practicing some techniques so I can improve my swimming because I suck at it” I said giggling.

“Ted is a totally excellent swimmer! He can teach you” said Bill with a cheeky smile.

“Shut up Bill! I’m not that good..really”

“Come on dude don’t be like that! I’m telling you he can be a pro if he wants to” Bill continued praising Ted which kind of made me laugh but I kept it cool because I’ve noticed that Ted’s cheeks got as red as a lobster.

“I mean..you can show me a few moves if you want to” I said, blushing myself.

“Umm..yeah sure! After all, I do owe you a lot because you always help me out with French” Ted said giggling. I got closer to the pool and took my shorts and my shirt and got into the water while Ted went over to his friend Bill and they started mumbling something but I couldn’t quite understand what..guy talk anyway.

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“Dude is that the babe you were telling me about ? The one from French class ?” Bill asked

“Yes! So shut up! You know I’ve had a crush on here since forever!”

“I know! And I won’t shut up because if I kept my mouth shut you wouldn’t have a date now”

“Wait..Bill, what ?!”

“Catch you later dude!” he said and ran away, laughing

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“Hey where did Bill go ?” I asked

“Oh he ugh..he has some things to do..”

“Oh..well, I guess it’s just you and me now..”

“Yeah..” he said shyly

Ted got closer to the pool and took his shirt off and I caught myself staring because I’ve never seen him shirtless before. And boy, I sure was missing out because he had a great body. It was almost sunset and the whole atmosphere got that warm romantic vibe, the sun was hitting his body making the skin glow and I felt my heart beat get faster. Ted got into the pool and decided to start our lesson. He was showing me some easy techniques and made me a bit more relaxed so the fear of water could disappear. We were swimming for almost an hour and started messing around in water as we both got a lot more comfortable with each other. He was making me laugh in the most adorable way but I would lie if I told you that I wasn’t mesmerized by his movements, the way his body looked, soaking wet, having that golden glow from the sun which was slowly disappearing, him as a whole. I was so enchanted by him that I literally stopped moving and almost sank before he caught me and took me to the pool steps.

“Oh my god are you ok ? What happened ?” Ted asked with a worried look on his face

“Yeah I just..I umm..got tired I guess”

“Please don’t scare me like that anymore!”

“I’m sorry..I’m fine, really” I said smiling to assure him that I was ok

Everything happened so fast and it took a few moments for me to realize that Ted was holding my waist tight, making sure that I stayed there, secured in his arms. I feel like it took a few moments for him to realize that as well because he suddenly looked down and saw that he wrapped his arms around me and was closer to me than he ever was before. It was a bit awkward at first but the tension was soon gone. He was just looking at me with those puppy eyes of his, not saying a word before I broke the silence to thank him for saving me.

“Thanks..I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here today”

“Hey, it’s all good, as long as you’re ok. Are you..ok ?”

“Yeah..I am” I said trying not to blink as if I wanted to capture his face and remember it like that, with his wet hair falling over his forehead and those sparkly brown eyes looking at me like they were telling me that it’ll be alright. He was still holding me tight and started moving closer to me. Suddenly, I felt his lips on mine, moving slowly before he got a bit more confident and started kissing me passionately, like he wasn’t that bashful boy in my French class, this was a different Ted, this was the Ted who knew what he was doing, who was taking you on a wild ride with his lips literally dancing on yours, who was holding you tight refusing to let go. I felt his hand on my neck as I put both of my arms around him. I felt his weight on me, him between my legs. His heavy sighs were the only thing interrupting the silence, mixing with the soft, silent moans escaping my lips. He was kissing me harder and I was completely lost in the moment. Suddenly, a car alarm on the street broke the silence and we pulled apart, both trying to catch our breaths. Ted had a huge smile on his face and so did I, knowing that my swimming lessons will be a lot more interesting from now on.

Bonus gif of wet Keanu for extra feels:

#hope u guys like it #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #Keanu Reeves #bill and ted #ted theodore logan #wet #point break #johnny utah #bill and teds excellent adventure #bill and teds bogus journey #80s #90s #80s movies #john wick

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tthingsweleftbehind · 7 years

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Questions

1) Who had the biggest impact on you while you were growing up? Idk 2) What are your hobbies? drawing, painting, tv shows, but mostly, writing. 3) If you could have dinner with any 3 people (dead or alive), who would they be and why? J2 because I think they’re really cool guys and I’d have a nice time, and Keanu because he’s just too nice and humble, I would love to meet him. 4) What sorts of things make you laugh? Sarcastic jokes and things no one else finds funny, so annoying, lol. 5) What is your biggest goal? working in a foreign country. 6) Do you have any pet peeves? no? 7) What do you like to do on the weekend? Going out with friends or staying home and doing nothing, both are great to me. 8) Have you ever had a nickname? And if so, what was the story behind it? Yeah, I don’t wanna talk about that :B. 9) What was your favorite tv show while you were growing up? Supernatural and Dexter’s laboratory, 10) What are your favorite tv shows now? The ones that I mentioned before, and many many more, trust me. 11) What are your favorite movies? Interestellar, Predestination, Memento (Maybe Dunkirk). 12) Tell me one thing that would surprise me about you? Im kinda good at singing. 13) What do you look for in a girl? I’m not into girls (I guess) but when a girl smiles at me, it’s kinda nice, like, they’re not all mean. 14) What do you look for in a guy? Make me laugh and I’m yours. 15) Tell me about what you were like as a kid? Happier. 16) What are some of the items on your bucket list? Not items, but experiences and people. Going places, knowing other people, learning history and other cultures. Also dogs, a lot of dogs. 17) Have you found your calling? If so, what is it? I don’t know yet, maybe I never will. 18) Do you, or have you ever had any pets? If so, tell me about them? Right know I have two dogs and a turtle, the turtle’s name is Turtle, she doesn’t like me at all, I think she doesn’t like anybody but my dad. My other two dogs... I love them, they’re the only thing that is right in my life and the reason I wake up every morning. 19) Who has been the biggest influence in your life? My parents. 20) Tell me about a challenge that you’ve had to overcome and how you overcame it? Still working on it. 21) If you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be and why? Be yourself by Audioslave, because I love that song so much and reminds me of someone everytime I listen to it. Makes me feel better. 22) if you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be and why? Peanut butter, because why not? 23) If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, what would it be and why? Interestellar. It makes me emotional every single freakin’ time! 24)If you could only watch one tv show for the rest of your life, what would it be and why? Supernatural, because it makes me cry, laugh, scream, and I love those guys. 25) Tell me about your favorite childhood memory and what made it so special to you? Being with my grandma, and she calling me “puppy”, or she touching my hands and telling me “You’ll be an artist someday, you have a beautiful pair of hands, like an artist. Maybe a pianist?” I love her, and I miss her. 26) What is your favorite commercial that you’ve ever seen and why? I don’t remember. 27) If you were stuck on a deserted island and you could only bring one thing, what would it be, and why? a magic lamp, you know why. 28) If you could give your younger self one piece of advice, what would it be? I would tell her not to worry TOO much about things, because there from now, it won’t matter, and some people will leave, other will come, and EVERYTHING is gonna be okay. There were times when I thought I would die, but here I am, so hey. 29) Who is your celebrity crush? A lot. Right know I’m having like a massive crush on Keanu Reeves, like, you don’t wanna know, but also there is Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Benedict Cumberbatch, Sebastian Stan. 30) Who is your favorite music artist? It used to be Britney Spears, I basically grow up listening to her music, I miss the old Britney. But hey, I love Michael Jackson. 31) What is your favorite music genre?All of them, except... banda xD. 32) What is your favorite broadway musical? Right now, Anastasia and I need to go to at least one show asap. 33) What is your favorite cartoon? Dexter’s laboratory, maybe Hey Arnold? Or the powerpuff girls, never get tired of them. 34) What is your favorite album? The back parade, that’s the spirit, and I don’t know. 35) What is your favorite color? brown. 36) What would you do if you won a million dollars? Move on to Vancouver. 37) If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Teletransportation. 38) What would be your superhero name? Maybe I should call Cisco to answer this question. I’m not qualified to do it. 39) Which actor/actress would play you in a movie about your life? Oh, I don’t know. 40) What would be your dream vacation? Winter, anywhere, but around with the people I love. 41) Where did you grow up? Mx 42) If you could trade lives with anybody for a day, who would it be and why? With a Koala, so I could sleep all day. 43) If you could be on any reality tv show, which one would it be? Oh god, please no, I hate reality tv shows. 44) What’s your favorite book? My top 5 could be: Drácula by Bram Stoker, Clockwork princess by Cassandra Clare, the trilogy of The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien, Memoirs of an imaginary friend by Matthew Dicks, Time machine by HG Wells. 45) Who’s your favorite author? I don’t think I have just one. 46) Who is your favorite YouTuber? no. 47) What’s your favorite tv show? Game of Thrones because man, the HYPE, but also Supernatural because I loved it first. 48) Which celebrity do you admire most and why? Keanu Reeves, no need to tell you why, you should know already. Do your research! 49) What are some of your favorite childhood memories? Deja vu? 50) What countries have you traveled to? So sad that I’m stuck here. 51) What is your favorite drink? Piña colada. 52) What is your favorite restaurant? I’m not a restaurant kinda person. 53) Do you like to cook? Sometimes, I do. 54) What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives? Lay down on the grass, alone or in company (it has to be a very important person in your life) and watch the sky at night, in silence, and feel how tiny you and your problems actually are in this huge universe. 55) What’s the best thing that happened to you last week? Our paths collided for a second. The time stopped.

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likeabulletyoucanhurtme · 7 years

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John Wick

So, I watched another film. This time the 2014 Keanu Reeves film. Here are some thoughts I had... spoiler alert

Not even 5 min in and his gf is dead. Can't Keanu Reeves catch a break, he seems like such a nice dude, why do we have to torment him so? Willem Dafoe catching up on an old friend at his partners funeral... 100 on him masterminding her cause of death. Dead gf has sent him a dog from beyond the grave. That's #goals right fucking there! A dog is much better than some letters leading the living to banging other dudes, PS I Love You could've learned a lot from this. How did she plan sending him the dog? Do the company know its from a dead person? Did she order it for a specific date knowing she'd be dead by then? Or was it "If you see my obituary find the cutest puppy and send it?" Now he's driving crazy after a Russian tried to buy his car, like I hope that dog is strapped in while you're doing donuts pal. RUSSIANS KILLED THE DOG! CAN. NOT. DEAL. THAT WAS HIS DEAD GIRLFRIENDS PRESENT!!! FUCK YOOOOOUUUU!!! John Wick taking the bus to find his car, so pissed off he doesn't care about the bloodstains on his tshirt. Russian dude talking about the dog like it's amusing. LET ME FUCKING KILL HIM FOR YOU JOHN! I'LL DO IT RIGHT NOW. Russians dad (Viggo) knows shit is fucked up. That "Oh" was perfect. John's now breaking up the concrete floor of his house. Still got the same tshirt on. See if you have a box of guns that you want to hide beneath a concrete floor in your house, how do you pour concrete so that it doesn't get in the cracks and seal the box up? Is there a company that does this for you, or is that "Badass class 101"? That's a big hole left in your floor now John. I suppose you don't really care about the state of your house when you're on a revenge mission. I like this policeman. He knows what's up. Old man has a company that will clean up bloodstains and remove dead bodies. I knew there was a market for this stuff! Especially after killing twelve people, all that dragging bodies around would take a lot of effort. Cleaning a sniper rifle on a baby grand piano. Classy af. Willem Dafoe I like your style. Hotel ...exclusively for hitmen/women? For every niche business there's a full market and economy built up around it. I wanna know what those gold coins are! Nice interaction with the bouncer. This guy may be a killing machine but not indiscriminantly. Not like russian pricks who SHOOT PEOPLES FUCKING DOGS!! #stillragin Two bodies shot on the dancefloor and people are still dancing around them. Nothing stops a good rave. Cute girl is shooting up the hotel, not cool Perkins. From now on you're gonna have to find your own hideout with an on-call doctor. Concierge asking if he needs a dinner reservation. He knows the lingo, so convenient and thought out first class service. Must charge an absolute mint though You'd think staying at a hotel for hitmen no-one would care about calling in any noise complaints? John offering a guy a coin for doing a job, so they can be given or earned and are a recognised currency within the community, interesting. Perkins casually dislocating a finger like "no biggie". I know it's probably standard escape tactics but surely you would still feel some emotion. Another mess made, management really will not like that. You're definately gonna have to stay somewhere else on your next hit. Casually shooting the priest and churchgoers - Mr Wick gives no fucks. The amount of headshots he get in this movie is unreal! Finally a "trained shooter" who actually gets the results they are meant to. Bad guys have Chervolet's in this film?? I thought Batman V Superman established them as FBI cars? Viggo has John tied up and is running around taunting him like he doesn't know an escape is inevitable. Here's a tip, you are the bad guy, you've captured the goodies. You kill people all the time. One bullet and your troubles would be over. He will escape and kill you just because you had to showboat. John confirming what we knew all along - we don't care about the car that was stole. This is all for the dog! Willem's helping! Yay! Does he just want the reward for himself, or has he secretly always been good? Was the first shot at the hotel just to alert him to Perkins? Is Willem Dafoe really Willem DaFRIEND?? (What I did there, do you see it?) John now has remote detonators on cars. Don't ask when or how he got so close. Shh. Don't question. Explosions. Hotel gave him a shiny nice car. Now THAT is going above and beyond for your customers. No Viggo, you don't blame Willem Dafoe for your son dying. If your son had been SUCH A DOG KILLING PRICK HE’D STILL BE ALIVE. And the old man is called again. Clearly the only person that will actually make a profit in this. Ha, hotel calling Perkins like "Yo bitch you left a mess, you owe us a shitload and we're not letting you stay again!" Oh wait no, they just wanted to find her on GPS so they could have her shot by several people all at once. That is one way to take care of rule breakers. John's sport car fucking up the big ass five door truck and Viggo is smoking and drinking, laughing like "Yeah I know I'm fucked now. I might as well enjoy the show" Oh man John you JUST GOT that car man. So, so many bullet holes in it now. Hmm Keanu Reeves fighting in the rain. Sorry Viggo, you're no Agent Smith this isn't gonna last half as long. John's at a vet stealing drugs and stealing a dog like "My gf wanted me to have a dog, I'll pick this time and now people know not to fuck with my animals!"

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Drabble: Reunion (Keanu x F!Reader)

Summary: Keanu is your date for your high school reunion

Pairing: Keanu x F!Reader

Author’s Notes: There was this post a couple of months ago that I just can’t find in my archives, but basically it described a scene in which someone is in a party and mentions their S/O is an actor. When the other person asks what they’ve been in, the first person says ‘in me’. I loved that post and apparently wrote a drabble about it but completely forgot it. I found it this weekend. So enjoy!

Wordcount: 770

Warnings: mentions of alcohol.

As you stood in front of your old high school gym building, you felt the familiar weight of dread settling in your stomach. You hated this place with all your heart.

“It’s not too late to turn around and leave,” you said in a whiny voice as your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist in a comforting manner.

“Babe, it’s gonna be fine. I know how you hated high school, but it’s different now. You’re one of the most successful chefs on this side of the Atlantic. Your restaurant has two Michelin stars. Don’t you wanna show them?”

“Not really,” you tilted your head up to look at him. “Surprisingly, I’m not that petty.”

“Ok, how about this: I never got to finish high school, so this is probably one of my only chances to experience a high school reunion up close. Are you really gonna deny me that?”

He looked down at you, big puppy dog eyes in his gorgeous browns and an actual pout in his lips. How could you resist that?

“You are one manipulative man, Mr. Reeves,” you said narrowing your eyes at him. “People think you’re so sweet and nice, but I’ve got your number. You’re actually really sly, aren’t you?”

Keanu just gave you a wide smile that was one hundred percent mischievous.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Urgh, I hate you!” You declared with an eye-roll. “Alright, if we’re doing this, I’m gonna need alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.”

“That can be arranged,” Keanu assured, leading the way in.

“And don’t leave me alone, please?” you asked turning to look at him, pleading with your eyes. Keanu was your rock. His smile softened and he kissed your forehead.

“Never.” He assured just as the two of you crossed the threshold.

In the end, the reunion wasn’t going as bad as you expected. You found some old friends you haven’t seen in years and it was nice to catch up, discover what they have been up to. As promised, Keanu stayed by your side, except when he was getting you drinks, alternating with water.

You were nursing your third vodka martini and you were a little bit tipsy. Just enough to be more relaxed despite the stressful situation. And as Keanu headed to the bar to get you another water and a whiskey for himself, you heard the familiar, overly sweet fake voice calling your name.

You turned to see the woman that made your life a complete hell for four years and your heart raced, breath picked up speed. You were sure that if you weren’t wearing heels, you’d be running the opposite way right now.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” she squealed and you flinched at the shrill tone. “Are you here alone?”

You noticed her looking you up and down, her piercing blue eyes evaluating every inch and detail of your body and wardrobe. Surprisingly, it didn’t make you feel as insecure as it had done before. As a matter of fact, now that you could see she didn’t change at all, from the overbleached hair to the cheap fake nails, you felt yourself calming down.

“I’m here with my boyfriend,” you said, matching her fake smile.

“Oh? Is he a chef too?” she asked eyes shifting around as if she could locate him without knowing who he was.

“No, he’s an actor.”

You sipped your drink and caught Keanu's gaze from across the room. He was leaning against the bar waiting for his order but his attention was on you, a silent question in his eyes. You just shook your head discreetly, focus turning back to the woman in front of you.

“Oh really? What’s he been in?”

“Me.” The word escaped your lips before you could even process it and her face scrunched in distaste as if you had just offended her delicate sensibility.

Your lips tugged in a smirk as you raised your glass at Keanu in a silent toast. He looked a little confused but returned to gesture and she turned around to look, her mouth falling open in shock when she recognized Keanu.

“Oh! Almost forgot! He was also in this little sci-fi movie called The Matrix and more recently, John Wick,” you said in a cheerful voice. “Now if you excuse me, I think I’m just drunk enough to convince Keanu to have sex in one of the classrooms.”

You winked at her, enjoying her gaping expression way too much before you turned your back at her and walked towards Keanu. Maybe you were that petty.

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Fic: Catching Feelings 7/? (Keanu x OFC)

Summary: AU in which Keanu is down on his luck after he comes to Hollywood trying to be an actor. To earn some money, he joins this app for escorts and meets Steph, a rising star who hires him to try to forget her ex. Neither of them are expecting to fall in love and all the problems it brings. (Previous parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6)

Author’s Notes: Well, this took me a while. Don’t you just hate when real life gets in the way? Anyway, here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Wordcount: 3463

Warnings: smut (powerplay; choking); mentions of alcohol.

Steph licked her lips as she watched Keanu standing before her completely naked with the exception of the black collar around his neck, the dark color making such a nice contrast with his tanned skin. Especially with the way he kept his head ducked, eyes downcast like a naughty boy waiting to be punished. The thought of it gave it a thrill.

She never thought of herself as particularly dominant. And definitely not in bed. Sure, she made sure to let everyone know what she thought and wanted; and not only in the bedroom. Steph actually lost a few jobs due to her unwillingness to compromise to certain things for sake of a director’s vision.

And in the bedroom more often than not the boyfriends she had had over the years would only half-listen when she asked for something, giving specific instructions. Kevin used to hate it and once again Steph wondered how she dated him for so long when now she could see they were terrible for each other.

Such a contrast to what she felt with Keanu. It was like they just clicked together. Two pieces of a puzzle. Their needs complimented each other so well. His eagerness to please being perfect for her assertive behavior.

Even their fantasies seemed to match because even though Steph never really thought about having someone on a collar and leash for her, having Keanu like this; seeing the trust he had on her made Steph aroused by the prospect.

To be fair, after a month with only her memories and her hands to bring her release, just having Keanu there, being able to smell that beloved combination of leather and metal scent that seemed to be ingrained in his skin from working in that bike shop, was enough to kindle that fire deep inside her.

To feel his touch, taste his lips made every nerve-end burn with need and all Steph wanted was to have Keanu fuck her senseless so she could relearn his body, recommit to her memory the feel of him inside her completing her so perfectly.

She tugged gently on the leash making Keanu moan, his lids fluttering, his hands fisting next to his body and she smirked, turning to the bed and leading the way towards it. Steph could practically feel his hungry gaze on her ass and the temptation of just getting on all fours and let him fuck her senseless nearly won over, but she wanted to enjoy her present.

Pushing him on the bed, Steph got on top of him, kissing him softly, tasting the cigarette he must had had earlier. She brought his hands to her thighs, wordless telling he could touch all he wanted as she trailed kissed down his jaw and neck, making her way to the top of his scar and nipping it gently. Keanu groaned and ached up, his cock sliding against her soaked folds, making a shot of pleasure ran through her.

“Please ma’am…” his voice trembled with need and she sat back up. “I need you.”

Steph took a moment to look at Keanu as he laid there beneath her, waiting for her next command, his brown eyes hooded and hazed as he watched her. She had never been looked at a man like that before.

She was used to guys staring at her, his eyes screaming all the dirty things they wanted to do to her. She was used to older men sometimes looking at her like she was beneath them; a ditzy pretty girl that could be featured in a movie or a magazine and make them millions.

Keanu was the first to look at her like this. There was adoration in his eyes, but a deeper understanding too. Steph felt it in every inch of her being that whenever he looked at her, he really saw her. Not Stephanie the actress; not the public façade she had to put on to deal with people. He actually saw her. Her flaws and quirks and insecurities and he embraced all of it. Because Keanu loved her.

Her breath hitched at the realization, her hands pausing on their exploration of the plains of his strong chest.

“Everything ok?” he asked because of course, he picked up on it. Keanu always noticed every little thing. Every little hesitation.

Steph smiled, brushing some of the strands of hair from his forehead before she tugged on the leash wrapped around her hand and Keanu followed, sitting up. His eyes clouding with pleasure as she kissed his lips.

It wasn’t like the desperate kisses they’ve shared earlier tonight. This one was slow and soft; recognition of all the mutual affection existed between them. Because even though Steph felt it and was still too scared to say it, she could still show him.

Without breaking the contact between their lips, she raised herself and Keanu held himself steady so she could sink on his cock, connect themselves in the most primal way.

Steph gasped against his mouth at the way of Keanu fit her so perfectly; made her feel every inch of him against her walls, which pulsed in need as she rested her forehead against his, adjusting to the intrusion.

His hands caressed her back gently; coaxing her into relaxation. Calloused fingers exploring her vertebrae, kneading and massaging the muscles and pulling her closer until their chests were flushed together as if not having yet another point of contact between them was unthinkable.

Their gaze locked together; a wordless understanding they seem share washing over them as Keanu brought a hand behind himself, planting it firmly on the bed so he had a point of leverage to start thrusting up, slow and steady. Steph ground her hips to meet him, letting go of the leash so she could cross her arms around his neck, giving herself more support for her movements.

Their breaths mingled together along with their soft moans; sweat coating their skin as their chests slid against one another. She threw her head back in pleasure and his lips found her neck and jaw, kissing and licking; finding every spot that made Steph moan and squeeze around him. Keanu’s other hand fitting itself somehow between them and rubbing her clit helping her steady climb to her climax.

Steph kissed him as she came; afraid of letting the words fall from her lips in this moment of vulnerability. She felt him speeding up his thrusts; losing his rhythm, keening little sounds coming from his throat.

She watched him for a moment, still panting from her own high. Catching the leash again, Steph pulled it back behind him, making the collar tighten around his throat. Keanu arched his head back, his lips parting slightly into a breathless groan.

“Gonna come, babe?” she asked; and he just nodded as best as he could; too lost in his own pleasure. “Do it. I wanna feel you.”

She eased up her hold, letting air rush back into his lungs and he cried out her name as he stilled, spilling inside her. His face shifting into the most gorgeous, blissed-out expression as he panted desperately and rested his forehead against her shoulder, his body shaking.

Steph hugged him and petted his hair, letting him recover from his orgasm, mumbling words of praise and affection against his temple as he caught his breath; realizing this might have been the best sex of her life and she didn’t want to share this with anyone else.

Keanu was hers and hers alone. She just needed to find a way to tell him that.

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They spent the rest of the night together in Keanu’s room. They ordered room service and watched crappy movies on the tv, laughing and cuddling together and getting lost in one another until they fell asleep in each other’s arms and Steph didn’t even notice how much she missed sleeping with Keanu or how they could fit perfectly in each other’s arms until she had him again.

She stared at his relaxed face under the pale morning light, tracing the sharp features, his stubble scratching her fingertips, his long lashes fanning over his cheeks, drawing attention to the faint freckles that peppered the area and his nose.

Maybe he felt her gaze or maybe it was just his time to wake up, but Keanu’s eyes fluttered open, his lips tilting into a smile when they landed on her.

“‘Morning,” he greeted, voice still rough with sleep and Steph smiled, kissing him softly.

The kiss quickly turned heated with the way Keanu pulled her closer, his mouth and tongue seeking more of her just as his hands roamed her naked body, bringing Steph on top of him for another round of sex that left her aching and sated more relaxed than she felt in months. It was well over eleven a.m. when they finally got up and showered to come down to the hotel’s restaurant for some brunch, taking a table in a secluded corner so as not to be disturbed.

Steph never ate much in the morning. She was cereal and coffee kind of girl, but Keanu could barely contain his excitement at the assortment of options at the buffet. She chuckled to herself, sipping her coffee and checking her emails while he got himself something to eat.

Steph only looked up when around ten minutes had passed and there was no sign of Keanu. Her eyes darted around the restaurant, catching him engrossed in a conversation with a pretty blonde that seemed a little too friendly.

As if feeling her stare, Keanu looked over at her direction, his smile turning into a wince as he quickly said his farewells to the disappointed looking lady and hurried to join Steph, his expression could only be described as of a kicked puppy.

“Making friends already,” Steph commented, trying to reign in her temper.

“She was just being polite. I had no idea what most of that food was,” Keanu replied with a shrug, his expression shifting into a sly grin. “But you’re cute when you’re jealous.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making Steph glare indignantly while Keanu chuckled, his attention shifting back to his full plate.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise to Steph that Keanu attracted so much attention. He was a gorgeous man and so thoughtful and polite. It was no wonder that everywhere they went, as they took her day off to sightsee Paris, women and more than a few guys were not so inconspicuously checking him out.

A teenage girl in the train openly stared at him with something that Steph could only describe as heart-eyes when Keanu offered her his seat. A woman, old enough to be his mom, gushed over him as Keanu held the door open for her when they were leaving a bookstore. And a couple of girls actually catcalled him as they walked by, making Keanu blush and laugh.

Steph did her best to ignore it. She had plenty of experience with this kind of thing from when she dated Kevin. However, it bothered her a lot more with Keanu. In part, it was the fact that he was completely oblivious to it and dismissed her observations whenever she pointed it out.

“They’re just being nice, babe,” he said with a shrug, going back to ignoring the wanton looks he attracted.

It should be a comfort to Steph that he was so down to Earth that he was immune to it, but it was just driving her crazy and she couldn’t help but glare whenever one of those people caught her gaze, making them painfully aware that Keanu was spoken for.

Steph had never felt this possessive of someone before and she wasn’t exactly sure why this was happening. Well, that wasn’t quite true, was it? She knew why she was jealous. Because she couldn’t help but remember that those people could have a night with Keanu if they wished. All they needed was to make a request on Mars and Venus and it was up to Keanu to accept it or not.

“You’re quiet.” His voice startled Steph from her musings as they walked back to the hotel so they could get ready for dinner with Vincent and his boyfriend Jean.

She looked over Keanu’s way, noticing the small frown of concern in his features and forced a smile into her face. This was not the time to have this conversation. Not when they were about to head out with her friends.

“Just tired, I guess.”

“Do you wanna cancel?” Keanu asked, pulling her closer to his body, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. “We can stay in, order room service again. I’m pretty sure there are one or two surfaces of that suite we haven’t fucked yet.”

Steph let out a chuckle at his cheeky grin and wiggling eyebrows and did something she would never consider doing in a million years if she was in Los Angeles: she turned in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his lips in a kiss.

“I’ve never met someone this horny before,” she said against his lips and this time it was Keanu who chuckled.

“You said that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Never!” She grinned taking a step back. “But we have dinner reservations and Vincent is dying to meet you.”

“Right. Vincent.” It was faint but it was there, the way his brow furrowed a little; the twist in his lips and Steph smirked, just knowing Keanu was jealous.

“His boyfriend is also looking forward to meeting you,” she added.

“Oh!” Was Keanu’s reply, his eyes widening a little; a pink flush making its way to his cheeks.

Steph chuckled and nodded in confirmation as she raised herself on the tip of her toes so she could kiss his nose exactly like the way he had done at brunch.

“But you’re cute when you were jealous,” she commented, making him ducked his head, blush spreading.

She pulled back and huddled close to him, letting Keanu once again wrap his arm around her shoulders, while she led the way back to the hotel. He looked around, seemingly in awe of how gorgeous Paris looked. She couldn’t wait to take him out again tomorrow, enjoy even more of the city of love with him.

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They showered together, which proved to be an endeavor that took more time than it saved since Keanu couldn’t keep his hands to himself and Steph ended up on her knees, sucking him off before they finally managed to actually get out and get dressed a lot later than expected.

They met Vincent and Jean on the lobby where Steph introduced Keanu to them, sharing a quick look with Vincent behind his back. She could tell he approved of him but gave Vincent a warning look when she caught him checking Keanu’s ass. She couldn’t fault him entirely. It was a gorgeous ass.

Dinner went amazingly well. Keanu and Jean hit it off over a shared love for motorcycles and spent the night talking after giving up on trying to include Steph and Vincent in the conversation and getting blank stares from both. She didn’t mind. As a matter of fact, Steph was glad he was so comfortable around her two friends.

He seemed perfectly relaxed and at ease with them and at the restaurant, a distant cry from how he behaved that night she took him to have dinner to celebrate getting the part for the Fincher movie. It had only been a couple of months ago, but that night she could tell he felt awkward with his clothes, with the place and the way he was being treated.

Steph had to wonder if the change was due to the fact that Keanu grew used to the ambiance. That his clients just kept bringing him to fancy restaurants and he had to adapt to make them happy and it just became natural to him. She took a gulp of her wine, trying to swallow down the lump of jealousy in her throat.

As soon as she sat her glass down, the waiter reappeared, refilling it for her and Steph nodded in thanks. She ignored Vincent’s small frown of worry in favor of looking at Keanu talking so smoothly with Jean. His smile polite, his voice completely controlled, so different from the excited puppy demeanor he usually showed when it was just the two of them. Steph realized then, much to her dismay, this wasn’t her Keanu. this was Charles and she hated it.

Once again she reached for her drink, downing in one go, the alcohol making her head cloudy and her movements unsteady as she settled the glass back down again, clinking it loudly again her plate, attracting Keanu’s attention. Steph had always been a lightweight when it came to drinking so it wasn’t surprising she was tipsy with only two glasses.

Steph met his gaze, noticing his frown, the silent question in his eyes. She just plastered a smile on her face, but before she could actually say something, someone called out his name, making Keanu look over.

“Of all the places in the world to meet,” a brunette woman, maybe in her late forties, early fifties, said, moving closer to the table as Keanu rose. She was beautiful. Sharp blue eyes, full red lips, sculpted body wrapped in a tight black dress.

“Cassandra. It’s been a while,” he replied with that same polite smile, letting her kiss his cheek and leave a bright lipstick print that had Steph seething. “It’s definitely a surprise. I hope you’re doing well.”

“Just perfect! Celebrating my divorce!” she announced with a wide grin, wiggling her ringless fingers in front of his eyes. “And all thanks to you.”

“Nonsense,” he said, waving her words off shyly. “All I did was listen. I’m glad I could help, though.”

“You were fantastic, darling!” Once again she kissed his cheek and Steph saw the way he flushed, unable to hold the woman’s gaze. “Anyway, enjoy your night.”

She waved them off, walking away as Keanu sat down again, an embarrassed smile on his lips as he set the napkin back on his lap and looked around the table.

“I just realized I’ve never asked you what you do for a living, Keanu,” Jean said, but before Keanu could answer, Steph spoke.

“He’s a hooker,” she blurted venomously, swallowing yet another glass of wine and ignoring the bewildered look on Vincent’s face in favor of looking at Keanu. “A very good one if Cassandra’s reaction was anything to go by. How much is the night with you again, babe? Seven thousand?”

Steph knew she was being mean. That she was hurting Keanu’s feelings and humiliating him, but there was just something in her, something ugly and twisted that was rearing its head and she couldn’t make it go away. The alcohol enabling these dark thoughts, letting them spill from her lips.

“Eight,” he replied through gritted teeth as he got up again, reaching for his wallet and throwing a couple of bills on the table. “I upped it again so I could comfortably afford to come to Paris to see you on a whim.”

His words hit her like a slap, leaving only the sour taste of guilt on her mouth as she met his icy stare. Steph never knew Keanu could be that cruel, but then again, she didn’t think she could be it either.

“Vincent, Jean, it was great meeting you. Have a good night.” Keanu left without a word to Steph and she got up to follow him, but Vincent caught her arm, making her stop.

“Darling, no,” he said in a low voice, his gaze full of pity. “You’re drunk and he needs time to cool off.”

She sighed and dropped back on her chair, fighting off the tears threatening to spill as she reached for her glass again. For her water this time.

“Besides, you have a more important call to make right now,” Jean declared, his face stormy as he looked at Steph. “You just announced very loudly in a crowded restaurant that your date is a hooker. Call your agent. This is gonna be a shit show.”

And as if to give Jean’s words even more weigh, Steph’s phone started to vibrate, twitter notifications popping up on the screen, the numbers increasing at an exponentially fast speed.

She looked around, noticing the not so inconspicuous glances from people at tables around them. Some of them trying to be discreet in the way they were typing on their phones. A few didn’t seem to care and were just texting openly.

Panic filled her chest. What did she just do?

xxx(tbc)xxx

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Fic: This isn’t a rom-com 7/?

Author’s notes: So this one is a little longer than usual, but not by much. Lot’s of stuff happening and I’d love feedback about the direction I’m taking this. I’m always open to suggestions!

Wordcount: 3524

Warnings: one F. bomb, but other than that, lots and lots of fluff.

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Lilah was supposed finishing her breakfast and getting ready to go to work, but instead, she was browsing the New York Film Academy page, especially the Master of Arts in screenwriting and its admission application.

She didn’t even know why she was doing it. It wasn’t like Lilah was actually considering applying for it. She already had a master’s degree. Not only that, she already had a career that she spent the last ten years of her life investing in. This was just a stupid pipe dream and nothing more.

“Morning”, Isaac’s voice started Lilah out of her thoughts, and she hurried to close her laptop lid and turn to watch as he padded into the kitchen and poured himself some coffee, still on his PJs.

“Morning. Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?” Usually, Isaac worked from 8 to five or later whenever needed.

“We had some night shooting yesterday and it wrapped up around six,” he replied yawning and dropping on the chair in front of her, cradling his mug. “I’ve just gotten back and I’m planning on sleeping all morning.”

“Jesus! That’s some horrible hours,” Lilah commented with a wince and Isaac just nodded.

“And I’m one of the lucky ones because all the runners take turns helping out while the others take a nap. I don’t know how Keanu does it. The guy is a machine. But this was my last day anyway.”

“Wait, what?” Lilah asked surprised. “You quitted?”

“Yeah. It was good money, but it was getting in the way of rehearsals, both theater, and band.”

“Band? What band?” Lilah looked at him confused. Why didn’t she know about this?

“Oh right! You didn’t come to my last gig,” Isaac said and there wasn’t any accusation on his tone, but Lilah still felt bad. She had been with Keanu last weekend and missed his performance. “These guys liked my vocals and asked me if I was interested in joining their band. I said yes.”

“But what about musical theater and the Hollywood dream?” she asked, her eyes wide. How come she missed such a change in her friend’s life? Isaac just shrugged.

“I’m still doing theater, but you know I love to be on the stage too and these guys have a great sound,” he said draining his mug and picking up Lilah’s breakfast dishes to bring to the kitchen. “And I can still take on Hollywood in a different way. But to do that, I need time to rehearsal. So as of Monday, you’re looking at the newest barista for Novelsy.”

Lilah was at a loss of words faced with so many changes in Isaac’s life in such a short period of time. She was being a lousy friend, focusing too much on her own issues and missing Isaac’s and Jean’s lives.

“Oh. I know that look,” he said with a frown. “It’s the ‘I’m having a freak out’ look. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Isaac asked, tapping her temple gently.

“I just…” Lilah sighed. “I can’t believe I ended up missing so much in these last few weeks. I’m sorry.”

“Well, you have been a little self-absorbed lately,” Isaac pointed out with a small grimace. “But I get it. It’s the thrill of new love and all that.”

It was weird how Isaac’s words managed to be exactly right, but the truth behind them still took her by surprise. Because no matter how hard Lilah tried to fight it or pretend otherwise, she was in love with Keanu. Had been for a while now and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

“Oh honey,” Isaac sighed, catching her wide-eyed gaze. “You’re one of the smartest people I know, but when it comes to your own feelings…”

And could she really argue with that? It was staring her in the face this whole time and Lilah didn’t see it. Well, no, that wasn’t quite right, was it? She refused to see it because she was afraid. Afraid of what it could be and where it would lead and how it would end.

And this was so no what Lilah signed up for when started this thing with Keanu. Or at least that’s what she kept telling herself. She kept repeating that he was her friend and that was all but none of her friendships ever felt like this. And to be fair, considering how sweet, humble, caring, intelligent and amazing Keanu was, did she even stand a chance of not falling in love?

“Are we having a meltdown at this time in the morning?” Jean asked in a yawn and filling a cup of coffee for herself.

“The penny finally dropped on the Keanu thing,” Isaac informed.

“Thank fuck! The oblivious thing was cute at the beginning, but it was starting to get annoying,” Jean said, her harsh words shaking Lilah from her daze. “Also, not fun to get kicked off my own place so you could have your little ‘not a date’ with Keanu.”

“I never kicked you out of the apartment!” Lilah complained, glaring at her friend and Jean rolled her eyes.

“Right. Because I wanna be here when you two are making heart eyes at each other. No, thank you.”

“Jean!” Isaac chided cutting her off. “There were a dozen ways you could’ve said that without coming off like a bitch.”

From the corner of her eye, Lilah saw Jean cross her arms over her chest, her lips pulling in a thin line of displeasure. She hated to be called out over her bluntness.

“But even though she could have phrased better,” Isaac continued, looking over at Lilah. “Keanu has been coming over a lot. Not that I mind, but it does take away some of our privacy, you know?”

Lilah sighed and nodded. He had a point. They both did. Lilah never thought she would be one of those people that ditched her friends the second they started dating. Not that she was dating Keanu but…

“I’m sorry. I’ve been a shitty friend.”

“A little bit,” Jean agreed, but Lilah could see she was fighting a smile. “But we still love you.”

“We do,” Isaac agreed with a grin. “And you can start making up for the lost time by coming to my band’s gig this Friday night.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Lilah assured, kissing his cheek. “Now get your ass in bed! You look exhausted.”

Isaac nodded and waved at them both, before disappearing into his bedroom. Lilah hesitated for a moment, before glancing at Jean, who was inconspicuously avoiding looking her way.

“Are we ok?” Lilah asked and Jean nodded with a sigh.

“I missed my friend, you know? I missed talking to you, knowing what was going on in your life and sharing mine.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she said, dragging Jean for a hug. “How about tomorrow, after my class, you and I get some retail therapy? Novelsy’s costume contest is next week after all.”

“A girl after my own heart,” Jean joked with a grin. “It’s a date.”

“Alright,” Lilah replied with a chuckle as she got up and head to her own bedroom.

She went to turn off her laptop, Lilah was confronted once more with the New York Film Academy page, which made her pause. When she told Keanu how she considered going to film school as a teenager, Lilah didn’t give him the full picture.

The idea of being a writer, creating stories and universes, especially movies, had always been a dream. She remembered reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time and having that mix of fascination and jealousy of Tolkien for being able to create such a fantastic, magical universe that entertained so many people. Lilah wanted to do that too. Leave a mark in the world, tell a story, make people laugh and cry and love that thing she created.

But Lilah also remembered how her father reacted when she said she wanted to apply for film school. He had actually laughed because he thought she was joking. She knew he didn’t do it to hurt her. He was looking out for her, wanting her to be practical about her future.

What were the odds of Lilah making it in that industry? One in a million considering that she was a woman of color? Considering that it wasn’t all depending on hard work? Was she even good enough to begin with? Well, there was one quick way to find out.

Her eyes shifted back to the computer and Lilah took a seat, browsing her archives. Writing samples were required for submission, a fictional piece and a non-fictional.

She could use one of the reviews she wrote for Novelsy’s blog as a non-fiction sample. Lilah had gotten positive feedback from those. The fiction piece would give her a bit more trouble and after some more searching, Lilah decided on a fantasy story she wrote during college.

Lilah would need to work out a few kinks, but she really liked that one, so she put on her headphones blasting some of her favorite music as the story poured out of her, her fingers flying over the keyboard in a way she never managed to do whenever she was writing her dissertation.

By the end of the morning, Lilah had close to five thousand words written and any thought prepping her class for tomorrow slip her mind, but Lilah didn’t feel guilty at all. There was only excitement as she proofread her material.

After she annexed the documents, Lilah rechecked the application form, hesitating over the campus options. For a second, the cursor hovered over the LA option, before she selected the NY campus and submitted everything.

Lilah must be crazy for even considering LA. Even if for brief seconds. Her life was in New York. LA had nothing to offer her. Which was a lie, she knew, but fortunately, it was one easy to ignore.

Once that was taken care of, Lilah started to get ready to go to NYU. She had some data she needed to run through the analysis software and Lilah could only do it on campus. She was halfway through getting dressed when her phone rang, the screen showing Keanu’s name and selfie with the puppy beagle.

“Hey,” she greeted as how could Lilah have missed being in love with him for this long when just a phone call from him could brighten up her whole day? “How was filming last night?”

“It was good. Tiring, but good. Basil gave us the night off since we’re managing to keep up with the schedule,” Keanu replied, and Lilah could actually picture his proud smile. “I was thinking we could do something. Since I cut off our movie night short yesterday.”

“We don’t have to,” she said, reminded of Isaac’s comment earlier. “You must be exhausted.”

“A little bit, but…” he paused for a moment. “I want to see you.”

His voice was soft barely a whisper and it almost felt a little like a confession and it set the butterflies loose in her belly and she smiled.

“Well, we could watch something, get some pizza…”

“That sounds great. I’ll drop by later?”

“Sure, but promise to get some rest first?”

“I’m in bed right now. Don’t worry.”

And Lilah couldn’t help but conjure a picture of Keanu shirtless in bed, dark hair splayed over the pillow and hooded eyes. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Good,” she croaked as she tried recomposing herself. “Sleep well.”

It wasn’t until she hung up that Lilah realized what she had just done and winced. She was such a terrible friend, but now it was too late. She knew Isaac wouldn’t mind. He would be out rehearsing anyway, but Jean…

Lilah stepped out of the room, finding Jean cleaning the breakfast dishes. She hesitated by the counter, drumming her fingers on the top and Jean heaved a sigh.

“What did you do?” she asked, turning around, hands on her hips.

“I might have invited Keanu over,” Lilah replied with a grimace and Jean rolled her eyes. “Sorry!”

“Fine! But only because I have to do inventory anyway.” Lilah let out a happy squeal and squeezed Jean in a hug. “And you’re helping me with the Halloween contest! It was your idea after all.”

“I promise! Thank you!”

Lilah said her goodbyes to Jean and headed out, doing her best to push thoughts on Keanu and her brand-new revelation aside while she worked, managing to be somewhat successful until she got back home to find Keanu, browsing through her bookcase, dressing in a fitted jeans and a t-shirt so tight it seemed to be struggling to contain his biceps.

“Hi,” she greeted, and Keanu flashing her a warm smile.

“Hi. Isaac let me in. That’s ok, right?”

“Of course. I’ll be right with you. I’m just gonna take just a quick shower.”

“Sure.”

Lilah dropped her things in her bedroom and hurried to the bathroom that she shared with Isaac. There was only one suite in the apartment and Jean claimed it since the place was hers after all.

She went through her usual shower routine, but it wasn’t until Lilah was drying herself that she realized she didn’t bring any clothes with her. Lilah was just so used to shower and then go back to her room to change it kind of became a habit.

If it was Isaac or Jean outside, Lilah wouldn’t even hesitate to step out, but it wasn’t them. It was Keanu and she would have to walk past him to go back to her room.

There was nothing else she could do at this point, so with a deep breath, Lilah pulled the towel tighter against her body, making sure that there wasn’t anything showing before she walked out, refusing to look his way. She did, however, hear his sharp intake of breath disguised as a cough.

Once she was safe inside her room Lilah leaned against the door and let out a sigh. She just paraded in a towel in front of Keanu! Shit! Did he look? She wondered for a second but shook herself out of it. That would lead her nowhere. Instead, she focused on getting dressed, coming back to the living room to find Keanu on the phone. He gave her an apologetic smile as his attention returned to the call.

“My publicist. Sorry about that,” Keanu said, hanging up. “But I’m all yours now.” Lilah couldn’t help her wide grin at the way Keanu took a second to realize what he said and cursed under his breath. “I didn’t mean…”

“I know,” she chuckled. “It’s nice to be on the other side of those for a change.”

Keanu chuckled too, rubbing his nape in embarrassment and part of Lilah want to reach for him, pull him in a hug and a kiss, but that was a very dangerous line of thought so instead, she picked up the pizza menu.

“So, I have a very important thing to ask you,” she started with a somber voice. “It might define if this,” she gestured between them. “Will continue any further.”

“I’m already nervous,” he quipped, turning to look at her better.

“How do you feel about pineapple on pizza?” She inquired and Keanu shook his head in disbelief as he chuckled. “Oh, I’m serious. There is a right answer to this.”

“I don’t like it?” he replied with a hesitant smile and Lilah gaped at him in exaggerated horror

“And you call yourself Hawaiian!” she teased, clicking her tongue in disappointment and making Keanu laugh.

“You do know that Hawaiian pizza isn’t really Hawaiian, right?” He commented and she rolled her eyes.

“Fake Canadian then,” she shot back, sticking her tongue out at him and Keanu snorted in amusement. “Pepperoni?”

“Sure,” he agreed. Lilah called in their order before joining Keanu on the couch.

“So you’re going to Japan?” she asked curiously.

“Yeah. 47 Ronin’s premiere,” Keanu explained, and Lilah just hummed, avoiding his eyes. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You have a very expressive face, Bennett,” he said, and Lilah laughed.

“I don’t want to judge a movie based only on a trailer,” she started hesitantly.

“But you didn’t like it,” he completed with a chuckle.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it, I just… Let’s just say Hollywood doesn’t exactly have a great track record on portraying other cultures.”

“You have a point,” Keanu relented, and Lilah was glad to see he didn’t seem upset with her comment. “We did our best to show respect for Japanese culture and the legend, though.”

“I’m sure you did. This is ok, right? Talking about your movies?”

“It’s fine. I like talking about what I do,” he assured, and she grinned.

“So, I can ask about John Wick? Because I still don’t know what’s about even though I’m technically in it?”

Keanu chuckled and quickly explained the general plot for the movie, hands waving around excitedly as he described the entire process behind getting the movie greenlighted and getting his friends Chad and David involved.

Lilah could tell not only how much Keanu loved what he did by the way he was smiling, by the eagerness in his voice, but she could also see that this wasn’t any movie for him. She hung onto every word of his, chin on her head and her chest felt about to burst at the overwhelming affection Lilah felt for him.

After a moment, Keanu fell silent and he once again did that ducked head, hand covering the mouth chuckle that Lilah learned to associate to him being shy or embarrassed about something.

And maybe he saw it in her eyes, so she quickly looked away. The last thing Lilah needed was Keanu catching on to her feelings and making everything awkward between them. She had come to enjoy their time together too much.

It was a bit of a relief when the pizza finally arrived because it gave them something else to focus on, beside themselves.

“You can try the Hawaiian if you want,” she offered after they moved to the couch to eat, a random movie playing on the TV just for noise. “I’m the only one who likes it in this house.”

“I’m good.”

“Are you sure? It’s really good,” she said in a sing-song voice and Keanu snorted.

“You’re gonna annoy me into trying, aren’t you?” He asked with a sigh that really wasn’t annoyed at all. Lilah just nodded with a grin. “Fine. Give it here.”

Lilah didn’t know why she didn’t just hand him the slice. Instead, she moved closer and lifted it in front of him. Keanu hesitated briefly before he took a bite, lips brushing against her fingers as he did it. It sent shivers down her spine because Lilah hadn’t expected it to feel this intimate.

“And?” she asked, clearing her throat.

“It was better than I was expecting,” Keanu admitted sipping his beer and Lilah grinned. Small victories.

She brought the slice back to herself, but before she could take a bite, Keanu leaned forward and stole the last bit. The movement brought him so close his beard actually brushed again her cheek.

“Hey!” Lilah protested as he grinned smugly.

“You’re the one that wanted me to try it,” he pointed out, bumping his shoulder against hers. Lilah shook her head and picked up another slice, trying to hide her pleased grin.

They talked for a while longer, completely ignoring the TV. It was fun and comfortable, and Lilah knew she could probably spend the entire night like that, but it was getting late and she knew Keanu had to work tomorrow and so did she.

“I think we should call it a night,” she said, turning off the TV.

“We didn’t watch anything,” he pointed out and Lilah shrugged.

“It was still fun. I like just talking to you.”

“Yeah, me too,” Keanu replied, his lips tugging on a smile as he helped her clean up.

“So, Novelsy’s hosting its first costume contest next week. Afterward, Isaac’s theater group is reenacting Rocky Horror Picture Show in this bar. It’s basically a bunch of drunk people singing along to the songs, trying to remember their lines and failing miserably. It’s really fun, do you wanna come?”

“Sure,” Keanu agreed, and Lilah could see the doubt in his eyes, that was quickly replaced with a curious smile. “Are you gonna be in costume?”

“Definitely,” she replied, as she looked at him under her lashes. “Gotta be there to know what it is though.”

“Then I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

There was something in the way that Keanu said it, the way he was looking at her that just stole her breath, making her heart thunder in her chest and there was no way to see this as anything other than flirting.

“See you on Thursday, then,” she said, standing up to press a kiss on his cheek. She barely missed his lips and she really hoped Keanu noticed it was on purpose.

(tbc)

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