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cileevi · 9 months

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The Speed Of Pain: Good For Each Other

Chapter Five

February 15th 1998

Johnny

We're backstage at some last-minute gig for Manson. He's out doing his third encore so I'm chatting up his beautiful girlfriend in the meantime. From what she has been telling me, they've been very domestic. I was very surprised when he told me he was taking a couple of weeks off.

Hearing that Ozzy's daughter is the reason was even more surprising. I can't remember the last time he kept a girl around so long. I see the appeal though. She isn't his usual type, but what a knockout. Long natural blonde hair, equally long legs that lead up to a tight ass, big bright blue eyes... On top of that, she's smart, funny, and one hell of a good time.

He's a lucky man.

" Three encores... He is going to be tired as hell tonight. " She says whilst stretching.

Nodding I tell her, " once we get some absinthe in him he'll be alright ".

She frowns as what I can only describe as her " worry wrinkle " shows on her forehead. This is what I don't want. I get the worrying but this could end up with her " nagging " her way right out of his life. We can't have that.

" Just some advice: " I start trying to be as nice as I can. " Don't try to change him. I understand your concerns, but he doesn't like it. He'll check out quickly if he feels like that's where you're going. "

I've seen it more times than I can count. With women that he was fully invested in no less. He will not compromise in that area.

" Inwardly, there isn't a single thing I'd change about him... " She says tapping her chin. " It's just his eating and sleeping habits I worry about. He needs to eat more and that is something I won't bend on. I need him healthy. The drugs and alcohol... He's a grown man and as long as partying isn't getting in the way of his responsibilities then I can live with it. "

I don't stop the smile that forms on my face. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders I say, " good to hear he's in such good hands ".

" I try. Not sure how much influence I'll have when we're both buckled down on our projects though... " She sighs out clearly not looking forward to being apart. " If I can get him to eat two meals a day while I'm gone, I won't have any complaints. "

The more she talks, the more I question how Manson got such a good woman in his life. Damn, I miss being in a relationship. She is exactly the kind of person I hoped would come into his life. Someone to keep him grounded.

It's then that the man of the hour comes barreling into the dressing room after his second encore. His eyes land on us and he comes pouncing over like a predator.

" I see you have your arm around my girl. " He says with narrowed eyes. " I may have to fight you now. "

I pull her closer and land a sloppy wet kiss right on her cheek. " Looks like she's switched sides, mate. "

Charlotte

I giggle at the spectacle and the next thing I know I'm at Marilyn's side and he's wiping my face with his towel. " Hold still, I gotta get his essence off of you. "

" I haven't got my essence on her just yet. " Johhny quips as he smirks into his glass of rum and I giggle uncontrollably.

After humoring him for a few more moments I push him away. " Go shower, you're all sweaty. "

" Wash my back honey? " He asks before pursing his lips.

Rolling my eyes I say, " if I go in there with you Johnny will hear you moan like a girl. Don't make it weird. "

The aforementioned actor almost spits his liquor all over himself at that. Marilyn moans loudly mimicking a porn star as he disappears into the bathroom. I shake my head and laugh at the closed door.

Johnny clears his throat and I turn back around to face him. " You really are good for him, you know? "

" Think so? " I ask thinking more along the lines that we're good for each other.

He smirks and gives me a knowing look. " We've been friends for ten years. I'd like to say we've gotten pretty close in that time. He has had " girlfriends " before. None of them drove him as crazy as you do. And I mean that in a good way. "

" He drives me just as crazy. " I say mostly to myself.

" Char? Will you come in here for a minute? "

Wiping my hands on the kitchen towel I smile. He has been painting all day so I've been giving I'm his space. We've been having the best time in L.A. this past month. I really feel like we've gotten closer and that was what I wanted. He even let me read his book. If you can call it that. Not that I'm judging but did tell me something very cryptic before I started reading...

If you read something you don't like, just think, " he made it up ".

Very vague but it makes me feel like it's not exactly his life story. Long story short, I've chosen not to take it for the gospel. The man I know now is nothing like who he described. I could be setting myself up for failure but only time will tell.

Speaking of time, I'm kind of sad for our to be coming to an end next week. Not that I'm going very far, but I will be very busy. That's what I'm thinking about as I head into his paint studio. Lucky guy, I was just about to force him out to eat dinner. Or at the very least bring the food to him.

" What's up? " I ask as he gets up off of his knees.

Setting his phone to the side, he looks at me in a way that only means trouble. " You gotta promise not to hate me. "

" What are you going on about? "

I ask in utter confusion.

As if I could actually hate him.

Sighing he runs his fingers through his hair. " The label wants us to really buckle down on this next album. We've got a few songs down but with our deadline, it's going to be tight. I might not have a lot of time to spend with you at the end of next week. "

" Work is work, babe I understand... " I say with a roll of my eyes. " Just promise that I'll see you before I leave. "

Smirking in relief he says, " promise ".

He then leans down to plant a quick kiss on me. Mmm, his lips. Reaching up I bring his face back down and give him a deeper one. My heart skips a beat and then things go haywire. Pushing me up against the wall in his painting studio, I stumble when he roughly turns me around.

My nipples harden against the cool wall as his hands slid around to work on the buttons of my pants. When he gets them undone he rips them down my legs in one motion.

" Hands on the wall. " He orders roughly.

I do as he says as jolts of electricity flow through my body at his change of tone. Damn, he's sexy when demanding. My panties are instantly wet.

" Good... Now keep them there. " He growls out.

Feeling his thick fingers trailing up and down my covered slit, I can't help but let out a shaky moan. He molds his body to me from behind with his face settled in the crook of my neck.

" You're so fucking wet you're seeping through. I've kept you waiting for a little too long, I see. " He groans out coarsely.

I push back against him trying to get some friction going. " We've both waited too long. I'm more than ready. "

That must have been the magic words because the next thing I know he pulls away and a few seconds later I hear his pants hit the floor. One of his palms comes down hard on my left cheek making me hiss out in pain/pleasure. Pulling my panties down, they pool around my feet and instantly I feel his bulbous head sliding up and down my heat. Effectively coating it in the copious wetness pooling from my center. It rubs back and forth against my clit a few times causing me to convulse a little.

" Oh, shit! " I damn near scream and one of my hands leaves the wall.

His large palm comes down hard on my right cheek in response. " What did I say? "

All motions cease until my hands are firmly planted back on the wall. In no time the head is sliding into me and for the first time ever, this area of me is being filled. The pressure is almost too much and I thank God that my hymen was torn horseback riding. With his size, I couldn't imagine having that barrier in the way.

Hissing out, his hips slide back and forth slowly getting pleasuring me with just a fraction of what he's working with. " Damn, so fucking tight, baby. " He groans as he grinds his hips upwards.

My walls close around the thick intrusion. His every stroke causes me to teeter on the edge of insanity.

" Oh, my Goddd... Fuck, Marilyn. " I groan legs shaking uncontrollably and I find it increasingly harder to keep my hands on the wall. His thrusts begin to pick up speed, hitting the right spot every single time.

It's then that he pleads, " let go. Let go. Let go. "

A second later my body tenses hard as wave after wave of pleasure flows through my entire being. My inner muscles contract violently and I'm thrown completely off guard as my body convulses and my head throws itself back into his chest. His fingers twist my sensitive nipples as his hips force me to ride it out.

" Too, much... Too, good. Please. " At this point, I don't even know what I'm begging for.

Squeezing my titties for dear life, he bucks up haphazardly until I feel him still with a grunt.

" Fuck, Char. " He groans out while squeezing my arms to ground himself as he finds his own release.

Once my heart slows back down he lets me go and I turn in his arms and look up at him. When I find that he still looks at me the same as he did before, I reach up and plant a kiss on his lips.

When my breathing slows I finally say, " wow, Manson. That was insane. "

" Same. " He says while running his hands along my back. " You're on birth control, right? "

Chuckling I say, " luckily I am since protection was the last thing on our minds ".

That was definitely worth the wait.

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years

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KILL4ME

Pairings: Johnny Depp x Reader (and kind of x female!OC but that’s not the main focus of anything)

Summary: You're a new actress trying to get your start. You end up getting your first role cast in a music video for Marilyn Manson’s “KILL4ME” music video but it turns out to be much more than you expected.

Warnings: SMUT (male x female, female x female)

A/N: 1) I made the reader straight with no prior female x female experiences. I don’t know why if I’m being honest but that’s how it is so please don’t come at me for it. 2) This is NOT how the film industry should work. If you’re trying to get into the industry, please stay safe, be responsible, and recognize red flags. Typically, randomly popping up pornographic requests is NOT professional or safe. This is just a fantasy I had while watching the music video and was written this way strictly for entertainment purposes.

Word Count: 5696

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This project requires nudity and sexual scenes. If you are not comfortable, do not apply.

The warning had been clear as day and yet, here you were, sitting in your car at the old mansion that was the filming site, nerves going off the charts and feeling less than comfortable with the imminent nudity and sexual scenes. You were an actor, you reminded yourself. This was the only job you’d landed since arriving in Los Angeles and, despite your promises to yourself and your family that you wouldn’t resort to full nudity for a project, there were bills that needed paying and your waitressing job wasn’t cutting it.

Besides, shouldn’t you be thrilled? This wasn’t just any music video you’d landed a role in but a music video for Marilyn Manson! He was a goth rock legend and you couldn’t hide your excitement when you’d found out who you’d been booked to work for.

But still, the nudity and sexuality made you uneasy. There hadn’t been a script or anything. Your only instructions were to come looking your best and with an open, ready to work mindset. So here you were, physically feeling like a million bucks but butterflies going crazy within.

Inhaling a deep, calming breath, you opened the door to your barely working 2008 Honda Civic, feeling even more self-conscious when you saw the other cars that were parked outside of the massive mansion were all beautiful and sleek, most of them black and very expensive looking.

Crew members stirred around outside, entering and exiting the house with lights and props and sound equipment, everything needed for the production. You walked through the large black door that led into the beautiful white mansion, opening into an equally fantastic interior. You audibly gasped, “This is beautiful…”

“Y/N?” A woman’s voice questioned from beside you and you spun quickly to face her, snapping out of your amazed daze.

“Yes.” You answered hastily.

She checked the clipboard in her hand, “Great, you’re right on time. Come right this way, we’re gonna get you into hair and makeup.” You were about to reply when she’d taken off down the hall without giving you a moment to speak so you followed, avoiding the moving equipment around you.

Before you knew it, you’d been whisked away into a small room that was full of makeup, hair styling tools, and costumes. Nobody told you what they were doing as they pulled your hair straight and did up your makeup, surprisingly simpler than you’d expected with just light eyeshadow and moderate eyeliner.

“Alrighty, now I’m gonna have you undress and put on that robe over there.” The man in charge of costumes directed.

Your brows furrowed, “How undressed?”

“All the way, sweetie. No panties, no bra. It’s all gotta go.” He must have seen the uneasy look on your face because he gave you an unsympathetic shrug, “You signed up for a nude project, hun. Welcome to Hollywood.”

“Y/N is here. I believe that’s it, Mr. Manson.” The same woman as earlier announced as you entered the room you were supposed to be briefed in. It took everything in your power to remain professional when you saw Marilyn Manson standing there, talking casually with another girl who you assumed to be a co-star.

Like you, his makeup was already done up and he was in full costume. His face was painted pale white with a black loop drawn across one half and his other half blank except for the unnaturally blue contact and dark panda-like eyeliner. His lips were stained bright red and you almost felt like you were looking at a picture of him online.

“Thank you, Yolanda.” None other than The Marilyn Manson (and yes, “The” was now an official part of his name in your mind) thanked the woman who you assumed to be an assistant. “Come on in, Y/N.” He beckoned you into the room and you tried to front your most professional, most confident face but the way you held your robe tight to your body gave you away.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Manson.” You came up, reaching to shake his hand, “It’s a real honor to get to work with you.” Kiss ass, you muttered to yourself.

Instead of shaking your hand, he simply waved his hand in the air, “Ah, the pleasantries. I hope it will be a pleasure to work with you as well.”

You retracted your extended hand awkwardly, unsure of whether or not that was a blow off or him just being mysterious and cool, and scuttled to stand with the other girl. She was beautiful and blonde, tall and thin. Model-esque. You felt insecure next to her, especially in front of someone as influential as Manson. You were just you, an inexperienced actress-to-be, on her first professional job with a bunch of people who definitely knew their way around a camera.

“Alright, so I know you came here with minimal details,” Marilyn began, a weirdly neutral look on his very painted face, his tone flat and low. It was hard to read him with his contacts in. “Hopefully, that’s a good sign this will work well. You’re both willing to take risks. You’re flexible. Well, I’m here to give you the details. As you know, there is nudity and sex required for this video. It will be between you two,” You stiffened up awkwardly as he gestured all too casually between the two of you, “And my old friend here.”

On cue, none other than Johnny Depp walked into the room. Your jaw visibly hit the floor. There is no fucking way. “Hello.” He greeted with a smile, the same smile that you’d seen millions of times in his movies that you’d binged every so often.

Were you the only one feeling so shocked? Why the hell was the actress next to you so calm? Why was Johnny so calm? You were about pretend to fuck Johnny fucking Depp!

Johnny stepped forward to shake your hand, “I’m Johnny, nice to meet you,” He introduced politely.

Starstruck, you took his hand, “Y/N. It’s nice to meet you as well.” Then he leaned down and kissed your hand, actually kissed your hand like a fucking gentleman, eyes never leaving yours. God, the way he looked up at you through his strands of middle parted 90’s hair… it was enough to make your breath catch.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he moved from you to the girl next to you, “I’m Marie.” She responded to his introduction politely. He brought her hand to his lips as well but, maybe you were crazy - just imagining some fantasy, but it felt detached and fast when he did it to her.

“Great, well now that we all know each other,” Marilyn interjected as Johnny moved back to stand by his friend, “I’ll continue. I’ve already shot my parts so I’ll be here to direct you if needed but I want this as natural as possible. Aside from a few artistic shots, I need this to be raw, primal, and absolutely fucking filthy.”

You and Marie listened on in intent silence, soaking in his every word. But you found it hard to focus when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Johnny eyeing you. No, no, it couldn’t be. He was probably just zoned out behind you.

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A few hours later, all of the artistic shots had been done. There were shots of you pulling up thigh high stockings that clipped onto the garter belts hanging from your nearly sheer black underwear and having a leather corset tightened tightly on your back, cinching your waist smaller than you’d ever seen it. You had put on massively high heels and large, luxurious costume jewelry.

Even though the outfit could be seen as objectifying, you’d never felt more confident or powerful in your life. After your last shot of just your nearly bare thighs, you were dismissed momentarily so Marie could film her sections.

You walked over to your bag and took out a water bottle, not realizing how much this took out of you, running the same seemingly simple shots over and over again under blaring lights. “How long have you been acting?”

Oh God. It was him.

You turned to see Johnny standing next to you, very close, much closer than was considered polite distance but not so close that you felt suffocated. He looked gorgeous, hair hanging perfect from his beautiful tan skin. Earrings hung from his lobes, dangling just slightly. His white button up shirt was only buttoned half way, showing off his smooth, toned chest that barely showed any signs of his older age (not that he was ancient but he was definitely on your list of celebrities over 45 that you would let rail you). But the cherry on top was the eyeliner. The fucking eyeliner. It took you back to so many of his characters that you’d fallen in love with but with the white shirt and earrings, you were getting almost a refined Jack Sparrow crossed with Sweeney Todd feeling and God you’d never been so turned on by a pirate/ serial killer.

“You okay?” He asked, and you blinked rapidly, totally horrified that you’d been staring.

“Oh! Sorry! Um, this is my first real shoot, actually. You know how Hollywood is…” You chuckled awkwardly, reaching your hand around to rub your neck. Of course, he knew how Hollywood was, stupid! You cursed yourself, hoping you didn’t sound as dumb as you felt.

He leaned a hand up against the wall, “Yeah, I know how that is. But don’t worry, this is a great place to start.” He reassured, looking away at the set oh so casually. Your eyes trailed up his arm that had planted itself just beside you on the wall. Was he really doing what you thought he was doing?

No! He was Johnny Depp. He could have whichever woman he wanted at the bat of an eyelash. Why would he want you?

“Y/N! We’re ready for your scene with Marie!” The director called to you from behind the camera and you perked up.

“I better go.” You nodded over to the set, walking away awkwardly, almost scared that you be perceived as rude for having to do your job.

He chuckled and waved you on. This made you blush bright red and turn to run off to set.

You found yourself directed to a bed, “All right,” The director began, Marilyn standing directly next to him, hand on his chin as he watched his vision be brought to life, “Now, first, we’re going to get shots of you making out. I need it hot, I need it passionate. I don’t care if you’ve never kissed a girl before, make it look like you have. Next, we’re going to do totally nude shots of you grinding.”

Your eyelids fluttered slightly in shock at what he said. Okay, you could do that, you hyped yourself up.

Before you knew it, you were lying on the bed, Marie on top of you. Her soft lips were against yours and her nails raked gently down your throat, sending shocks down your body. Even though you were acting, it was hard to separate the feelings that arose, regardless of your sexuality. It had been a long time since anyone had touched you like this. Your hands tangled in her hair and your eyes were screwed shut.

“Cut!” The director yelled and Marie immediately pulled back, snapping out of character and back into her over-professional attitude. You, on the other hand, needed a brief moment to pull out of character. After just a second, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, Marie still straddling you. Your breasts filled the tight push up bra you wore but you felt surprisingly comfortable in it, even around all these people. That was, until you glanced over to see Johnny standing beside Marilyn, at first looking at a monitor and reviewing footage, but then over at you, his gaze stuck on your accentuated chest.

Your face flushed red as you quickly looked away, not seeing the amused smirk that graced his face. Little did you know, he was very aware of what he was doing and very pleased with your reaction.

“That was perfect. Now we’re gonna move onto the sex scenes.” He waved you and Marie over and you obeyed once she climbed off your torso.

Marilyn and Johnny too came over, completing the small group. Marilyn spoke, “Now you knew there was sex and nudity and I’m very pleased with how this is turning out,” He paused, giving you both a very serious look, “But now, I’m going to ask something of you that you probably aren’t comfortable with. Usually with sex scenes, there’s fabric in place to hide cocks and shit but I don’t want any of that. It distracts actors from the scene and there’s always the issue of whether or not you see it. I want raw, I want primal, I want absolutely fucking filthy.”

He was quiet for a moment, waiting for you and Marie to piece together his request, but filling in the rest when he saw both of your professional exteriors crack in confusion, “I want you to all actually fuck. Only if you’re comfortable with it but if you’re not you’ll be paid for the work you’ve done and we’ll find someone to replace you.”

You nearly choked, “Like… porn? You want this to be porn?” Johnny chuckled to himself, seeing your embarrassed, nervous reaction. You were so cute.

He looked pensive for just a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I suppose so.” He answered bluntly, “Like I said, only if you’re comfortable with it but, if not, you’ll be fired for the rest of the video.”

Oh God, were you really about to agree to porn? Like actual fucking porn? Three way porn at that! But three porn with Johnny Depp…. It was the one thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do. But then again, your rent was due in two weeks and you were $300 short. “I’m in.” You answered, almost regretting it immediately.

“Me too.” Marie agreed, long arms crossed across her chest.

“Good. Now let’s get to it.”

The lesbian sex scene had gone by relatively hitch free, save for a few awkward placement issues. Marie, being straight as an arrow, had no clue what she was doing, and you too were inexperienced in the department but with a little direction, the scene was finished.

She knelt on her knees, holding your naked hips up and grinding your bare core against her own. Your eyes were closed, trying to remember every previous sexual encounter and porno you’d seen to try and make the sexiest faces and the sexiest form.

Johnny couldn’t take his eyes off you as you writhed on the bed, completely naked and grinding up against another beautiful woman. Everything about you looked so authentic but innocent but dirty. He found himself craving you in the most unprofessional ways as he watched your breasts bounce with every roll of your hips.

When the scene was over, you nearly jumped off the bed and rushed for your robe. You were embarrassingly wet right now, the eye contact you’d made with Johnny while having your clit rubbed was just absolutely intoxicating and you were just thankful that you were able to control yourself enough to not get your juices all over Marie.

As they changed the scene around, you stood beside Johnny and Marilyn. “Method actor?” He asked.

You cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“You looked pretty into the scene up there. Wonder what you were thinking about…” He continued. Your heart was in your throat. His tone was dark and sultry and implied exactly what he thought you were thinking about and boy was he correct. “As a method actor myself, I completely understand your… position.”

Johnny looked down at you, his dark eyes unyielding as he dove into your very soul and could see you every fantasy.

“Okay! Everyone on set!”

Ignore the cameras, you screamed at yourself. You’re not doing porn, you’re just having a threesome with Johnny Depp and some girl named Marie. Yeah, that was a convincing story to tell yourself. Just relax in this totally normal situation. Pfft, as if.

But you were an actress. Then something occurred to you, the ghost of a voice spoke to you. It was actually words spoken by Johnny in an old interview you’d seen him do, words that had stuck with you as a foundation in your training: “The most important thing that an actor needs to do is not to act, but to react. That's what it is all about, and you do one of the most difficult things in the world, which is to just be--to be in the state of being.”

Just relax. React to the scene. Be in the scene. Hell, this wasn’t even a scene anymore. This was a secret fantasy you’d never known you’d had coming to life. There wasn’t even any acting involved. So just be.

“Action!”

Immediately in character, you caressed Marie sexually, hands running along her sides as you nipped along her neck. Now that you were the dominant character, her scantily clad body was putty in your hands. Your teeth raked along her skin and you felt her shudder beneath your touch, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

Then a quiet metallic sound drew your attention. You and Marie both looked over towards the ornate door to see Johnny standing there, looking in through the gold grated peephole.

Marie looked at you, her eyes full of question. Should you let him in? Honestly, you weren’t sure if your characters knew who he was. No! Stop, you’re not playing a character now. You’re you. You are the character.

You chewed your lip seductively and walked over, legs crossing and hips rocking as your heels clicked on the hardwood floor. You reached down, perfectly manicured fingers gripping the handle delicately and unlocked the door. Before he could even get ahold of his surroundings, you had him by the collar and pulled him in. He could play all the sexy flirty games he wanted, but right now, you were in control and you were going to make him want you more than anything, even if it all was just for the camera.

His hands found your hips immediately as he attempted to steady himself but, gosh, all he wanted to do was take you here and now, preferably without Marie or the cameras, but he figured that if that’s what it took to fuck you, he was more than willing to compromise.

You pulled him in, your lips finally crashing against his. At first, he was hesitant but only for half a second, before he returned the kiss with even more fervor than you’d gone in with. Marie came up on his side and nibbled his ear, hands roaming up and down his chest between your very close bodies.

Johnny pulled back from this kiss and twisted just enough to snake an arm around Marie’s thin body and led her to face you. Then his hands came to firmly hold the back of each of your necks and forced your faces together, pressing you and the other woman to kiss. You both complied obediently, a strange mix of submissively and dominantly, like you were submitting to him but then fighting between the two of you.

Her lips moved graciously against yours, smooth and soft. It was so much more different than kissing a man. This felt delicate still despite the absolute filth that was ensuing. Her hand shot out to hold you by the jaw and pulled you in roughly, Johnny’s hand almost not needing to do anything.

He watched in amazement as the two of you obeyed his every physical command, the way you both looked so lost in each other. He knew you were straight just by interacting with you earlier but you could have had him fooled now.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been in threeway with two other girls but this was definitely the hottest one. Before, it was all just to see if he could pull it off and then just to have the novelty of having girls bend to his will but this was different. You were different. He couldn't really explain it but he was completely enamored by you. An air of innocence surrounded you from the moment he set eyes on your otherworldly beauty but the saw in your eyes a fire that burned with the ability to be more than that. He was determined to see just how hot that fire burned.

He pulled you and Marie apart before bringing her to kiss him. While he did, his free hand absentmindedly groped your chest, your breasts spilling from the top of your push up bra. A twinge of jealousy went through you as you watched them kiss, although you knew how irrational it was. They were actors. You were too. There was nothing personal about this. But, for some unexplainable, unprofessional reason, there was for you.

You slinked behind the older man like a cat and ran your fingertips ever so gently across his closed shoulders and down his biceps. They trailed down his sides as his body moved from the intense makeout session with Marie before coming around to tease over his growing bulge. In his black well fitting pants.

His body tensed ever so slightly, barely noticeable except to you two, when your hand made contact with his erection. You smirked to yourself, a dark, sexy smile, the kind of smile you’d expect to see in a twisted Tim Burton film. You were finally the mysterious gothic beauty you’d always imagined yourself as in all of his stories.

With swift fingerwork and a quick, almost too skilled, flick of your wrist, you had Johnny’s belt whipped off him and held firmly in your hands. He pulled Marie off of him and shoved her roughly onto the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt as you walked in circles around him, trailing your gaze up and down his perfect body and dragging the leather of his belt on his torso and thighs as you did so.

The way you looked at him, like a lioness about to devour her prey, made Johnny feel like he was on fire. You seemed so in control and confident and you had a way of touching him, as if you knew exactly what made him tick. It was intoxicating.

His shirt was unbuttoned in a matter of seconds and without warning, he had you pressed back against the mattress as well. He crawled over your body, rolling his hips just right against your clothed core. A small, quiet whisper of a moan escaped your lips at the sudden, well placed contact.

Your hands tangled into his hair as you pulled him down to you, forcing his head into your neck. He kissed and sucked and nipped and licked just right, like he had a map to your body. You were embarrassingly wet from just kissing and you secretly prayed that nobody noticed but you were too lost in the moment to do anything about it.

Your leg wrapped around his waist and pulled him into you again. “Fuck…” His voice was a raspy, low whisper, said just loud enough for you three to hear.

Johnny kissed down your neck and across your breasts, moving over to Marie’s chest, which he dove into with full force. She squirmed and moaned beside you as he assaulted her perfect breasts. You rolled over as far as you could and caught her lips in yours, swallowing her moans.

That was, until Johnny’s hand trailed down to rub your core. You gasped into Marie’s full lips and rolled your hips into his hand, begging for more. Suddenly, he sat back onto his heels and grabbed your hips roughly, flipping you over onto all fours like he’d done it a million times before. “Ah!” You squealed slightly at the sudden action.

He climbed off the bed and knelt just behind you, palms rubbing over your ass and admiring every inch of you. Marie adjusted to sit just in front of you, legs spread to reveal her bare vagina before you. You weren’t sure when she’d lost her underwear but low and behold here you were face to face with all she had to bear. You’d never eaten a girl out before but you’d seen enough porn and fooled around with yourself enough to know what might work as a good start.

Cautiously, you started a few kitten licks to her clit, noticing every flinch or shudder that left her lips. Just as you began to get the hang of it, there was a loud rip as you felt the fabric of your panties be literally torn from your body. You gasped loudly, looking back behind you to see Johnny with his tongue between his teeth, admiring your body.

Johnny ran his surprisingly soft hands up and down your ass before dragging his fingertips through your already dripping folds. You moaned against Marie’s clit, her hands pulling on your hair, as his fingers circled your clit. You pressed your hips back against him, begging for more, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Before you knew it, the three of you were a tangle of limbs. At all times, you were being touched by someone, whether it was groping your chest, your ass, or your pussy, but it was always a game trying to figure out who it was. The heat was becoming unbearable and you were grateful for the lack of clothing. Your body was slicked in sweat, both yours and Johnny’s mostly.

He’d taken a clear preference to you and you almost felt bad for Marie but you didn’t feel too bad, seeing as how your lifelong fantasies were coming true. When someone was touching you, it was almost always Johnny, although he didn’t let his bias completely ruin the shot. He was a professional after all.

Soon, after at least ten minutes of blind fingering and hand jobs, you found yourself straddling Johnny as he lied naked on the bed. This was it, the moment you actually had sex with Johnny Depp. He held his large erection in one hand, guiding it to your entrance and then moved his hands to grip your hips tightly, lowering you down onto this length.

“Oh my… fuck-” You hissed out, throwing your head back as you adjusted to him. You’d never felt so full before, so complete. Without even moving, he made you feel absolutely incredible.

He chuckled sexily below you, loving your reaction. This whole scene had been a game with you, fighting for who was seducing who, who was in charge, but here he was finally proving it was him.

You steadied yourself on his chest, soft hands splayed out against his surprisingly taught, tattooed skin. To look at him like this, you never would have guessed how much older he was than you. He could pass for a very handsome man in his thirties easily.

You swiveled your hips experimentally and clenched your walls around his cock. Johnny sucked in a sharp breath as his fingertips dug harshly into your skin, sure to leave little bruises in their place. You looked down and locked eye contact with him through your long eyelashes, your hair disheveled and hanging in your face sexily, as you squeezed your muscles around him yet again and moved your hips.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned out beautifully, short nails digging crescents into your skin. His grip moved to cup your ass cheeks from below, grabbing them firmly and moving you up and down until you found a pace that worked for both of you.

Marie lied on the bed beside Johnny, one leg strewn across his chest and the other behind your bouncing body, as she toyed with her clit with one hand and fingered herself with the other.

You reached down to play with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between your soft fingertips but the action was half hearted at best. All you could focus on was how Johnny felt inside you, hitting all the right spots. How you had him at your will just as much as you were at his. His hair was strewn around his face on the pillows like a damn god, his eyeliner smeared every so slightly from the sweat. His eyes screwed shut every now and then but otherwise, he looked at you like no other man had ever looked at you before.

He reached between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. Your walls began to clench uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm nearing. Your back arched as you leaned back, moving your hands to rest on his thighs as you rose and fell on his length. Marie leaned down, attaching her lips to your perked nipples and biting one gently, licking over the skin to soothe it before doing it again.

Johnny reached down to finger her roughly as she ravaged your breasts. You continued to bounce, the new angle hitting that perfect spot inside you. “I’m gonna-” Marie whined out, her voice high and seductive.

You nodded quickly, eyes screwed shut, “Me too!” You exclaimed, trying with all your might to stave off your orgasm for as long as possible but the pleasure was just building up too much.

“Cum for me.” Johnny demanded from both of you and that was all it took for you to crash over the edge. Hot flashes stroke across your body in electric waves as your body failed to keep moving. He continued to lift your body for you, helping you ride out your high but his fingers dug tightly into your skin when your walls spasmed uncontrollably around him.

“Fuck!” Marie whined out, her legs shaking against Johnny’s body as she came.

You reluctantly rolled off Johnny’s body when you felt him lift you off and rested off to the side, breathing heavily while you recovered. He got up onto his knees next to you and stroked himself quickly, aggressively, using your slick to glide his hand across his erection, before painting Marie’s body in white ribbons.

“And cut!” The director’s voice yelled out, harshly returning you from your daydream. Your eyes suddenly snapped as wide as a deer caught in headlights as the studio lights flicked on around you and the crew was visible again. The reality of everything came crashing down on you. Shit, that wasn’t some secret fantasy in your head. That was a pornographic threesome with Johnny Depp and some woman named Marie!

You glanced over to the more experienced actress and breathed out a sigh of relief to see her looking the same way you did, completely shocked and a little disappointed at what you’d agreed to, but too pleased and amazed at what you’d just done to care too much before.

Johnny, on the other hand, looked like he was already recovering with a cool exterior. He’d already begun climbing off the bed to get his clothes back on, leaving you and Marie alone on the bed to register what had happened.

“Fuck me, that was hot.” Marilyn stepped onto the set, completely comfortable and practically ignoring the fact that he’d just watched his best friend fuck two women. You blushed a bright red. Great, you forgot that Marilyn Manson now would have the image of you fucking in his memories for forever. Not exactly the impression you typically went for in Hollywood… Or was it?

The director watched over the footage, “They looked like they were enjoying themselves a little too much.” He snorted, pointing out something on the screen to Marilyn and you just prayed that it wasn’t a funny face you made in the heat of the moment.

Marilyn waved him off, “No such thing as too much fun with sex, Paul.”

Even though the crew were all doing their various jobs, you were convinced that every eye was on you. WIth a beet red face, you slinked out of the bed, hands covering your breasts and keeping your thighs as close together as you could, trying to shield your nudity from the room. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your body, it was just the feeling of being so exposed to a room full of strangers that made the blood rush to your face.

You rushed around, trying to pick up whatever small scrap of clothing you could identify as yours. On the ground, beside the bed, was a crumpled heap of thin stringy black fabric. Your underwear! “Thank God!” You murmured to yourself, bending down to pick it up, only to have it fall in two, rendered unwearable.

Your face dropped when you saw it and sighed, starting to become more comfortable in your naked skin but more so because you had no other choice at the moment. Could you even request clothing from the crew? Where did your actual clothes end up? Why did you even think that was a ridiculous request to want your clothes back?

Just as you dropped the shredded underwear, ready to find a crew member and get your clothes back, you heard Johnny chuckle, low and sexy behind you, “You’re a great method actor,” He complimented with a wink and slight smirk, knowing damn well what he meant, the nonchalance of his entire being making you dumbfounded, “Perhaps, we could do this again under less professional circumstances.”

And with the invitation, said in the most casual way - as if inviting you for coffee, he pushed the last button through the loop of his pristine white button up, and walked to find his best friend, leaving you standing on set, naked, clutching the underwear he’d literally ripped from your body just minutes earlier, eyes on his majestic figure and trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened.

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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After six long months, I present to you:

Tupelo Honey

Word Count- 3k

Warnings- language, angst, discussion of abortion

A/N- With help from familiar strangers, Honey makes a choice that will change Leon's life and hers forever.

Chapter 4: Angel of The Morning

Late fall of 1968, Morning:

Honey clutched at the pillow as her hips flew towards the ceiling. Her back arched before she bent forward and twisted her free hand in Leon's thick hair. His name echoed off the bedroom walls as she came without caring if they woke Johnny this early.

Honey’s chest heaved as her body attempted to regulate her breath. Leon threw the sheets back and looked up at her. His hand absently ran up and down her stomach to her breasts and back.

“What?” Honey’s voice was sleepy as she met a green-eyed gaze. She propped up on her elbows when his brows knit together. “What's wrong?”

“Not much, love. It's just, your..” Leon's cheeks turned kinda pink, “stuff tastes different. You been eating anything new?”

“No? You mean it tastes different when I cum?”

“Just this time. You gonna start your thing?” He pointed towards Honey’s sex. “Period.”

“I don't think so. Should be around any day now though.”

Leon crawled up towards the pillows and laid down beside his girlfriend. His arm draped across her collarbone as he snuggled up to her shoulder. He nipped at the skin before kissing it. Then pressed his forehead into her neck.

Honey caught a scent of herself on him. “It even kinda smells different. I better get to the clinic just in case. I've not felt that weird other than that stomach bug.” Her nails lightly scratched Leon's forearm as she spoke. “I can't have an STI, since you went all mad and demanded my undying monogamy.”

Leon ignored her. “Maybe,” he yawned and stretched his impossibly long arms and legs straight out, “you caught a case of the pregnancy.” He sat up and leaned down to kiss her stomach.

“Don't say that!” Leon's familiar whine filled Honey’s own voice. “I won't keep it. That's legal here now.”

Leon stared back at her, “Just like that.”

“It's my body, Leonidas. Look at how short I am. Imagine this knocked up,” Honey waved a hand down the length of her naked self.

“I do.” It came out a whisper. Honey glowered. “Don't pull that face on me, Gracie. I know it's your body. We just ain't exactly safe with our shaggin’ are we? Leavin’ it up to chance. Then you get angry if there's one on the way. Keep it. End it. Give it up for adoption. I know it's YOUR choice. You tell me all the bloody time about it being your body. I respect that because I love you. Before you give me cheek, I think about having a baby with you loads.”

“Leon that's not what we want.” Honey sat up on her haunches beside him. “Look at us. We share a one bedroom flat with a ginger con man that we don't even sleep in half the time based on whether he wants to fuck someone or not. Our loo is literally a closet, and we have to shower at your parents’. There's one dresser and half a wardrobe for both of us. Where the hell would we even PUT a baby let alone afford to have one.”

“We've saved money! My parents would help us get a proper house or flat. Or stay with them until we could.”

“Oh sure. Us, your parents, your Yia Yia, one uncle and a baby. Sounds cozy.”

“I grew up in a place with more living there than that. We could get a loan.”

“What will we put down for occupations, Leon?!” Honey was losing her cool. A wave of nausea hit her, but she choked it back. “Occasional actor, waiter, and FBI fugitive?! I can't out myself like that.”

“We lie. I'm an actor. I'm sure you know loads of people who could fake it. Look respectable. I'll cut my hair and clean up my face.” Leon was equally annoyed, hands fidgeting in his lap. His legs started to bounce up and down as he reached, but fumbled with the nightstand drawer.

“Don't you fucking dare cut that hair. Who will we even pretend to be? Patti Boyd and fucking George Harrison? I'm an awful blonde and your hair would take hours to straighten. Leon we would have to fake marriage certificates. That's fraud. Real and proper, honest prison time fraud.”

Leon ignored her and finally yanked the drawer practically in half. The handle came off in his hands causing him to mumble under his breath and drop it to the ground. In a fury he tossed the contents aside in a search for something Honey wasn't sure of.

“If you're about to get high, I'll fucking leave you right now.” Honey got up and snapped her fingers in Leon's face. “We're not done talking about this.”

He looked up at her, his green eyes ablaze for the first time in their relationship. “I'm not GETTING high! Will you quit talking to me like I'm a bloody fucking child? You and Johnny always like I'm mad or deficient. I have a university degree from Cambridge, and I speak three languages. I'm observant not stupid.”

“That's.. That's not what I meant,” Honey bit her lip. “You are one of the smartest guys I've ever met. I just.. Worry about the amount of opium you started sneaking into your pot. You're working less and letting Johnny call the shots.”

Leon was lost in his search, “You’re just jealous of someone else pushing me around?” He waved his hand dismissively before Honey could answer. “I’m fine, love. I'm just a bit stressed is all. It helps me relax.”

“Leon, it's heroin. You know what happened to my uncle.”

He ignored her, “I’ll be swell. Promise. Plus I think this idea Johnny has finally.. DAMMIT WHERE'S THAT TOSSER OF A RING?!”

Something fell off the bed onto the wooden floor with a PING! Leon got down on all fours, stark naked and put his eye to the wood. His arm outstretched and came back to him with an object between his long fingers. He held it aloft towards Honey and took her tiny hand inside of his large one. Honey stopped breathing.

“It's not exactly proper, but you aren't exactly a girl into convention, are ya?” Leon smiled up at his girlfriend. He kissed the back of Honey’s hand. “You think better of me than I think of myself. I want to make you happy, and I want to be a good husband and daddy. If this meeting tonight doesn't go well, I'll stop acting. No more pot or opium or acid or coke right bloody now. I'll get a proper job and we can get a proper house and when the time comes, you choose whatever you want. Stay home. Go to work, I'll stay home. So you aren't loaded down by the patriarchy or whatever.”

“Leon,” Honey’s face was pale and she started to swoon. She saw the way his hand swallowed hers, and panicked. Her fucked up brain saw herself lost in Leon the same way.

“Even if we go to the court, just us. Even if we have to leave London because you're worried. I'll go with you. To India like you sorted out before we met. I don't want you to give up on any dream because of this baby. Or me.”

Before she could get any answer out, Leon slid the ring on Honey’s finger. It was stunning, carved marble and amethyst. She knew it was old, Grecian.

“It's purple because Dionysus cried and spilled his wine onto a maiden he offended by his drunkenness. Artemis protected her, turned her to crystal and she absorbed his wine. It sobered him. Your love, when I'm not foolish, will sober me.”

“Leon,” Honey said again, unable to say anything else.

“Will you please marry me, Gracie?”

The question was so pure. His eyes were so green and hopeful. Honey couldn't think or speak around the lump in her throat. But then..

“I can't,” she whispered. “I have to go to the clinic. You've got an early shift at the restaurant.”

Honey was numb as she pulled on some clothes and her coat. She left the flat and Leon naked on his knees in the bedroom.

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Later that afternoon:

Honey stared straight passed the nurse as she explained exactly what would happen if she decided to not keep the baby. How they suggest she not be alone and to have someone willing to care for her. To make sure there's no infection.

“Ultimately, dove, it's your decision. Unless you're cold-hearted, it might do your head in. It's not as easy as you modern girls think. You might not regret it, but you might. You prepared? Is your husband keen on this idea too?” The nurse nodded at the ring.

“Oh.. we aren't.. I didn't really give him a choice?”

“Well let's see if you're even pregnant first. Then I want you to go back to your partner and have a good talk. Promise me you'll do that?”

The young woman smiled. It was tentative and nervous. “Yeah. Ok. But it won't change my mind.” She held out her arm for the blood draw and took a cup and left for the loo.

Honey sat on the stairs of the clinic and bent down in a wave of nausea. It was amazing that now she knew she was knocked up the symptoms seemed to worsen. Like how noticing a paper cut makes it suddenly sting.

Her breasts were swollen and a fire built in her chest and stomach every time she laid down. What was the absolute worst, she came to realize, how mean she had been to Leon. A total uncool bitch. Honey looked down at the amethyst on her ring finger and began to cry.

“Hey man, you ok?” a voice asked. American.

“Jesus, don't call her man! What is wrong with you?” a female American voice.

“Leave me alone! Last time I was here, I was in Vietnam. I'm freaking the fuck out, Sel.”

“weren't you a cu-”

“Uh!! This is about them, not me.”

One of them sat down next to Honey. “My brother is right, are you ok? Honey, right?”

Honey looked up to meet eyes that almost took her breath away. A young woman around her age smiled and it reminded her of Leon. Her shoulder length hair had soft waves and curls, but her eyes. Her eyes somehow looked like Honey’s.

“Do I know you?” she squinted her eyes and tilted her head.

“Not yet,” the woman’s cheeks pinked a little. “We're.. Leon's..”

“Cousins!” a male voice interjected.

“I didn't know Leon had cousins from- Fuck me on the tube.”

“Tempting, but I don't think Leon would be down for that.” The inflection of his voice, despite being yank, was so much like his.. cousin’s. “My sister and I have been looking all over this stupid city for you the last few days. To meet you before we left. Leon told my sister you were here. He seemed pretty pissed. This is an uh,” he gestured at the building.

“Abortion clinic?”

“You sure that's how you want to handle it?” the young woman questioned softly.

“Well I don't think Leon has the balls to push me down the stairs,” Honey shrugged.

Leon’s cousin, if that's who she was heaved a sigh. “I like to think I have a sharp tongue and a bit of a shrewd mind. I get it from MY mom. Can I be straight with you?”

“I mean I guess it's easier from a stranger?”

“I know for a FACT you won't be giving up on anything. You are already more involved in changing the world than most people your age. And that doesn't have to stop because you're pregnant. Activists can have children or partners. Take her with you! Take Leon! You come from a long line of shit kickers, right?”

Honey narrowed her eyes. She studied this woman’s face again. Her eyes. HER eyes somehow. But Leon’s features. If she had a daughter, this is who she would want her to be. Sharp, like herself, but optimistic like her daddy.

Daddy.. “Did you say her? How do you know any of this? I swear Leon’s family is here or in Greece. You've got to be close, this one is like fucking Patty Duke. Identical cousins. Man you sure you're cool?”

He scratched his body and Honey heard a tinkling. Then she saw the dog tags. “Yeah I'm gravy.” He looked the way Leon had when she rejected him earlier. It broke Honey’s heart all over.

“Drafted?”

He held out his tags and had this longing in his eyes, “Love.”

“You went to Vietnam for love?”

“I stayed for it. Hardest thing I've ever done besides sobriety. Having a kid and an old man is a fucking piece of cake. If you were gonna go through with.. Termination, I think you would've done it right?”

“I just don't know if I have good enough of a reason besides maybe it'll be fine. I don't know what is freaking me the hell out! We both have happily married parents!! And grandparents. But I've put so much on hold for men. I've let them.”

“Yeah but Leon’s not like that.”

“No. He's not. But the drugs and the hare brained schemes terrify me. My uncle, Lenny Bruce? He ran cons with his wife that he knocked up and they were just. Tumultuous. He loved heroin almost more than Honey and Kitty. It killed him in the end. I don't want Leon and I to be the fluke too.”

“If I tell you to say the FIRST thing that comes to your mind about Leon. No thinking, open your mouth and speak. What is the first part of him you think of.”

“His kind eyes. Your eyes,” she gestured towards the man. “Yours are a bit lost, but they're still just as gentle.”

He bit his lip. Honey noticed it trembled just a tad. “Same thing,” his voice hoarse. “What's the first thing that you would DO for him?”

“Be with him in every life we've ever lived and ever will.”

The woman beside her took Honey’s hand in both of hers. Her annoying familiarity forced Honey to listen to everything she was about to say.

“My parents came from a similar taboo situation. They were immigrants (my dad twice), during the worst war. Activists who got in a bit of a mess. They were separated for a while when my mom was pregnant with me. She had me alone. Yet they have been together for OVER 25 years.”

“I cannot imagine two people better suited for each other than my parents. They trust one another IMPLICITLY and are both still very attracted to one another. Trust me. It's gross.!

“Now they have a successful business. My younger brother and I have our own jobs to pay for ourselves, but our parents are paying for us to go to school. Marriage or partnerships are work, but I have seen that it's worth it. I hope I can be as fearless as they are one day.”

Honey took her hand back and rubbed her face. “Why are you two so hell bent on me staying knocked up? Like there’s something real heavy you're not telling me.”

“We're just like, REALLY invested in Leon’s happiness!” the woman exclaimed.

“Or we could just tell her? I saved Dave that way.”

Honey narrowed her eyes, “Convincing.”

“You and Leon and this baby are going to literally save the world?”

“Alright,” Leon's doppelganger decided to take a turn. “Someone took me away from our mom when I was just a baby. I was raised pretty abusively. But I found my parents, OUR parents,” he gestured at his sister. “They just.. welcomed me in, AND my other adopted siblings.”

“You are so, so much like her. You and Leon are like BOTH of our parents. Really we Kostases.. Kosti? We leap without looking. If we fly, we fly. So I know what Leon's decision is. You said it yourself, he's worth being with in every life you live. Isn't that your answer?”

Honey sighed again and stood up. She looked back and forth between the man and woman claiming to have her best interest at heart. The siblings with her eyes and Leon’s. “I can't just rush into this.”

“Says the woman who fell in love on the set of a porno film.”

Honey ignored him. Ignored how he knew that. She put her hand on her stomach tenderly. “I have to say, if we have this kid, I'm not sure why, but I hope it.. she's like you. What's your name?”

“Selina. After the moon.”

Honey smiled in a knowing way. “Stick around, I'm sure Leon would love to see you.”

“We can't, but you'll understand all of this one day.”

“I'll see you again?”

“I promise.”

Then Honey and the cousins parted ways. She and Leon had a lot to discuss.

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In his 14 minutes of screentime in Always Be My Maybe, Netflix’s latest rom-com phenomenon, 54-year-old Keanu Reeves — now 30 years into his stardom — skewers and subverts the personas we’ve come to attach to him.

Reeves, playing an outsized version of himself, cuts an imposing figure in his introduction. Time slows to a crawl. All eyes gravitate toward the velvet-jacketed figure with striking beauty and prickly charisma. After his entrance — a show for everyone in the farcical restaurant Maximal — he slides toward Ali Wong’s celebrity chef Sasha, offering spiritual platitudes in the face of her unfettered lust. “I missed your thumbs,” she breathily exhales. “I missed your soul” is his reply.

It’s a maniacally delightful performance that both reminds audiences of Reeves’s place in Asian-American Hollywood history and allows him to flex improvisational skills as he cycles through the various masks we have grafted onto him. There’s the impossibly otherworldly Keanu, who says with utmost sincerity, “The only stars that matter are the ones that you see when you dream.” There’s action-star Keanu, who smashes a vase against his own head in a game of Icebreaker and easily puts the jealous protagonist, Marcus (Randall Park), in a headlock — fully committed, physically graceful, and beautifully dangerous. The Keanu of internet memes and viral threads is here, too, in the very fact that he’s playing himself.

Reeves is having a dynamite year with the success of Always Be My Maybe, the outrageously violent John Wick Chapter 3: Parabellum, and Toy Story 4, in which he plays Canada’s greatest stunt driver, Duke Caboom. (Another sly nod perhaps? While born in Beirut, Reeves — who is of Chinese-Hawaiian and British ancestry — was raised in Toronto.) The actor’s more recent evolution into a meme may flatten his complexities, but it does signal why he has endured all this time, despite the persistent claim that he’s a bad actor, or just a limited one. As I’ve contended in the past, this is a gross misreading of a great actor. In her tremendous 2007 masterwork The Star Machine, film professor and historian Jeanine Basinger praises Reeves amongst his generational contemporaries: “Reeves is a neo-star fighting the concept of stardom itself, working steadily against persona to the point where no one has a clear idea of who Reeves is onscreen anymore. This has hurt him, but it has also allowed him to maintain versatility that means more to him than fame. […] His career would have been limited, and thus short lived. Instead, he has used his freedom to move on and slowly force audiences to accept him as a real actor.”

Just take a look at the arc of his career — as a teenager going through an existential crisis in the blackhearted wonder River’s Edge (1986); the affably dimwitted Theodore “Ted” Logan from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (1989) and its sequel; the bodaciously supple and yearning FBI agent and surfer Johnny Utah in Point Break (1991); a bruisingly courteous SWAT officer in Speed (1994); the beatific savior Neo in The Matrix (1999); the violent redneck in The Gift (2000); an occult detective radiating self-loathing and suicidal yearnings in Constantine (2005); and of course, the titular tenderhearted and violently dangerous assassin of the John Wick franchise. In looking at all of his performances, I am reminded of what the great Roger Ebert wrote in his review of the Bill & Ted sequel back in the early ‘90s: “I have seen Keanu Reeves in vastly different roles (the FBI man in the current Point Break, for example), and am a little astonished by the range of these performances.”

Throughout his career, Reeves has eschewed obvious transformation in favor of something trickier and more subtle. What has allowed him to remain a star, 30 years later, is a blend of virility, vulnerability, and an aura of mystery, hearkening to a bygone era of stardom that contradicts the current moment, which requires stars to seem endlessly accessible; his sheer joy for the medium that makes him a cinematic sensualist; his racial dimensions as a star; and his gimlet-eyed understanding of the female gaze. These qualities are unique in the current market of stardom in Hollywood, allowing him to straddle various cinematic contexts with ease — mainstream romantic comedies, somber indie flicks, gloriously decadent action flicks.

They come through in one of his earliest films, My Own Private Idaho, a meditative character study about two young hustlers — Mike Waters (River Phoenix), a shy narcoleptic in search of a sense of home, and the strikingly beautiful Scott Favor (Reeves), a trust-fund kid slumming it until his inheritance kicks in at 21. Reeves and his late co-star imbue their characters with a particular mix of virility, vulnerability, and mystery. I’d argue that all the greatest leading men in the annals of Hollywood stardom have existed at this intersection to varying degrees — something I feel has been lacking from modern male stars, partially because they are being formed in franchises that lack interest in the visceral aspects of humanity. (It helps that Reeves has declined offers to join Marvel, even though they’ve been trying to woo him to their stable for years.) Humphrey Bogart’s cool is consistently undercut by his own anger and self-loathing. William Holden held something dark behind his megawatt smile and gleaming blond locks. Paul Newman always felt a touch remote, like he was hiding bruised aspects of himself from the audience. Marlon Brando, of course, epitomizes these qualities. Reeves is brimming with similar contradictions. He reflects this tradition by being at once beatifically still and emotionally expressive, defined by loneliness and a yearning to be saved from it.

In My Own Private Idaho, Reeves is the object of desire not only for Mike but the camera itself. Deep into the film, Mike timidly reveals his love to Scott while they camp out in the desert, a fire crackling before them. Phoenix plays Mike as wild with energy he has no real outlet for, leading to an awkward physicality. Reeves grants his character a languid brio. He takes up space, laying close to the fire, his head dipped back to study Mike as he timidly expresses his feelings. He’s outstretched, willowy, and aware of Mike’s gaze; he examines the weight of it. The scene reveals one of Reeves’s greatest skills as an actor: being an active listener. As he studies Mike, he invites and toys with his feelings. “I only have sex with a guy for money,” he notes offhandedly as if it were a random truth, not a response to a declaration of love. But just as the prickliness of his character comes into view (foreshadowing later betrayals), Reeves displays a burnishing sincerity. Arms outstretched, he says, “Let’s go to sleep,” and proceeds to cradle Mike.

The full-bodied listening Reeves exhibits in My Own Private Idaho is a hallmark of his work opposite women as well. Reeves is a great example of what Roswell New Mexico writer Alanna Bennett deemed The Look: “The number one thing a man in a romcom needs, TV or movie, is the ability to look at their love interest REALLY WELL. The man barely even needs to speak if he just knows how LOOK at a person.” Reeves has given that look in multiple contexts — his face is bright with awe when he looks at Carrie-Anne Moss’s Trinity in the Matrix films; it has a touch of admiration when he gazes at Sandra Bullock in Speed; and it is filled with unmitigated desire for Diane Keaton’s Erica Barry in Something’s Gotta Give.

Nancy Meyer’s 2003 ode to beachside property and an older woman’s sensual awakening stars Keaton as a successful playwright who finds herself falling for two very different men — Harry Sanborn (Jack Nicholson), who briefly dated her daughter (how this didn’t disqualify him immediately continues to baffle me) and has to go through a damn heart attack before he can see what’s attractive in a woman around his own age; and Julian Mercer (Reeves), a sweet doctor with a penchant for black turtlenecks who is immediately smitten when they meet.

In the film, Reeves is attuned to the female gaze in its most literal incarnation — an understanding of how women see the world, what they want from it, and how they make sense of desire. During a dinner scene with Julian, Erica’s face and neck are flush. She’s skittish and nervous in the face of his undeniable — but never disrespectful — sexual and romantic interest. Reeves’s face shows the depth and breadth of The Look, as he glides from teasing lust to a spark of genuine intellectual attraction. At one point, when their conversations turns to women his own age, he says, “I’ve never met one I’ve reacted to” — stumbling for a moment, as if shocked by the depth of his own feeling — “… quite like this. When something happens to you that hasn’t happened before, don’t you have to at least find out what it is?” He’s a man overcome and humbled by his own desire. Is there anything sexier? Then he leans in, his face going soft, gently kissing the groove where her neck meets her shoulder. “I knew you’d smell good,” he whispers. Only Reeves could pull off a line like that.

Many actors of Reeves’s caliber are too invested in being in the spotlight of a scene to play a romantic lead like this. After the fall of the studio system in the 1960s, Hollywood no longer looked at women as a viable market, and while romantic comedies continued to get made, going forward, there was a notable shift in whose desire was centered — and how little male actors seemed interested in exploring romance and desire. Reeves’s willingness brought another layer of intimacy to his relationship with his audience, offering a more flexible, vulnerable portrait of masculinity that sets him apart from other name stars.

That intimacy is key to Reeves’s longevity. It’s what makes him such a great cinematic sensualist. In 2009, Matt Zoller Seitz argued that directors Michael Mann, Terrence Malick, David Lynch, Wong Kar-wai, and Hou Hsiao-hsien were the “the decade’s best sensualists filmmakers.” He wrote, “They share a defining trait: a lyrical gift for showing life in the moment, for capturing experience as it happens and as we remember it. The sensualists are bored with dramatic housekeeping. They’re interested in sensations and emotions, occurrences and memories of occurrences.” I’d argue that being a cinematic sensualist is a distinction that can apply to acting as well. For actors, it is about bringing texture and complication to a film, existing wholly in the moment, and a keen interest in the human body.

When we watch films, the body keeps score as much as the mind does. Reeves demonstrates an understanding of this. This is apparent in the delicate neck kiss in Something’s Gotta Give; the careful way his hand skitters across broken glass before deciding on which shard to slit his wrists with in Constantine; the calm he engenders with merely the sound of his voice in Thumbsucker. But it’s most impactful in his career as an action star. In many ways, the John Wick franchise is the perfect marriage of director and star. The third film is a tactile feast. Consider a scene early in John Wick 3, in which Reeves methodically takes apart and reassembles a gun for a single shot. This scene is, of course, a testament to the character’s skill as an assassin. But it also acts as a reminder of how out of step John is with the world around him, betraying a desire for the quieter moments in life — despite the brutal milieu he finds himself in — and a strange empathy for the world around him, whether it be object or animal. This allows a humanity to glitter throughout his performances that often feels absent from many action franchises that sacrifice character on the altar of plot.

There’s another part of Reeves’s star image I suspect has played into our abiding fascination with him. Until Always Be My Maybe, the most under-discussed part of Reeves’s persona was his race. Late in his slim but potent book-length essay Mixed-Race Superman: Keanu, Obama, and Multicultural Experience, Will Harris astutely writes about a particular aspect of the 2005 film A Scanner Darkly that, metatextually, speaks to Reeves’s whole career:

“To be mixed-race is to exist in a state of paradox. Race is an illusion that depends on purity and singleness. […] In A Scanner Darkly, set in a paranoid surveillance state in the near-future, Keanu plays a government agent called Bob Arctor, who because he works undercover, has to wear a ‘scramble suit’ in the office. The suit projecting 1.5 million constantly shifting representations of different people — male and female, black, white, Latinx — keeps his identity cloaked. Even the people he works with have no idea who he is.”

Like his persona, Reeves’s face itself is considered unplaceable. Growing up, he never read as white to me, but he has read that way to Hollywood, which allowed his career to be mutable in ways that very few people of color ever experience. But for much of the moviegoing audience, seeing his face has always been a point of connection. It’s the undercurrent of why his turn in Always Be My Maybe felt like such a significant moment in his career. It was as though something had been revealed about him for the first time, even though it had been present all along. That it was such a joyful, brazenly comedic role added yet another twist on his image. There was a sense that, even after 30 years in the spotlight, Reeves can still surprise us.

#keanu reeves #why we can't stop watching keanu reeves #angelica jade bastien #vulture

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sunflowershayne · 5 years

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mortal kombat au

bc i’m a dumb thot that’s severely attached to MK and smosh so.... uwu

ian hecox: liu kang. one of the most recognizable characters, generally considered the “hero” of the MK universe, one of the most powerful human characters, has fire magic and idk i just strongly relate ian to fire sometimes. also very fiercely protective of those he cares about, and will do whatever he can to help others. stubborn and vengeful, even when it can be petty.

noah grossman: ermac. has probably stolen at least 1,000 souls in his lifetime, has an unspeakable aura, has green magic (weed), has that one fatality where he takes out your stomach and noah is v picky so it fits i think. currently has free will and chooses his battles in self-preservation, and wants what’s best for his home and the world he grew up in. has a very strong connection to family due to having the former outworld king’s soul inside of him.

olivia sui: skarlet. is a very strange little creature with an obsession for others’ blood, one of the most powerful girls in the MK universe due to her magic, has the potential to take everything over but just wants approval. is also incredibly brutal but in a subtle way, has an ethereal and almost elegant way to her. basically i just see them both as weird gremlin women with insane amounts of power.

keith leak jr.: kung lao. very close with liu kang, iconic hat, is one of the more mundane humans due to not having a power, but is just as formidable as other kombatants due to his rage and his sheer knowledge of fighting. has a legacy he wants to live up to (the great kung lao is kinda like kung lao sr. right?), and is protective of his family (the shaolin monks). is generally more pissed off than liu kang.

courtney miller: cassie cage. sassy wlw (cassie’s not a confirmed wlw but like... come on, she’s. not straight), has latent magic within her, strong ties to her family, doesn’t rely on her power to fight with others despite being able to. strong badass woman that supports others, literally could kill a man by kicking them in the nuts. uwu-loving, selfie-taking, snapchat-filtering, ass-kicking lady that takes no prisoners.

shayne topp: johnny cage. muscular blond actor that is not-so humble about how they perceive themselves, very jokey and sarcastic, REFERENCES REFERENCES REFERENCES, pop culture, will flirt with anyone if it means he can be out of danger. consistently shirtless, but also incredibly loyal and steadfast, and has a very good heart. will do ANYTHING for his family and friends, including defeat a literal elder god in combat.

lasercorn: scorpion. fire man made of vengeance and anger, loves his clan more than anything, literal hellspawn, has a thing for sub-zero, is actually just a skull under a ninja mask, has actual flame hair, impulsive and has a short fuse. wants nothing more than to avenge his family and clan, and does absolutely anything he can to make sure that he gets what he wants. becomes besties with sub-zero (more than besties but like.... i’m not gonna say it Out Loud lest Ed Boon come murder me in my sleep!!!!!!!!)

jovenshire: erron black. gunslingin’ rowdy boy that tries to flirt with unsuccessful results, has his own interests and goals in mind when he makes decisions, chooses battles based on how much he can gain from each possibility. listens to country music and unironically does the boot-scootin’ boogie, has strong beliefs that people are allowed to make their own decisions and do what they want. a strangely coy and erotic cowboy.

mari takahashi: kitana. ethereal princess of an entire realm, goes from wanting to please others to making her own decisions and being loyal to herself, can kill a man with just a kiss, is besties (i mean in canon they’re dating but like. Not Here!!!!) with liu kang. has hopes for the future, will do whatever it takes to prevent bad things from happening, surprisingly very violent despite being so nice.

sohinki: sub-zero. generally a chill guy that will kick your ass mercilessly when given the chance, may or may not be lasercorn’s true enemy, initially was kind of a strict dude but now he’s just chill and wants to have a good time. always seems to show up whenever others need him, and basically just takes things in stride. all around good addition to a team, but can be stubborn and unmoving.

wes johnson: mileena. very giddy at first, but calms down a bit later on, desperately wants to be considered part of a family, has a strong temper and craves some sort of control, wants stability and prosperity for themselves. proud of their accomplishments and are always looking for people to acknowledge them, big eaters. is like a younger sibling that pesters you for candy. more powerful than they know.

boze: sonya blade. no-nonsense, won’t hesitate bitch, will kill you within a moment’s notice if you cross her, strong and independent with a soft spot for her friends, idk i just really associate boze with army green, was almost definitely a very emo teen. expects a lot from cassie but loves her with all her heart, is ride or die, ambitious and knows what she wants. go-getter through and through.

damien haas: kenshi. is almost definitely a psychic, values honor, besties with shayne, is a GOOD DAD!!!!!!! (fuck mkx’s portrayal of kenshi as a father tbh!!!!!!! takeda deserves better and SO DOES KENSHI!), is 1000% a cat person, has telekinesis probably, kitanas. knows a lot of shit, is lowkey shady af, helps scorpion in the new timeline (which... damien and lasercorn are... mind brothers), helps the Kombat Kids train bc they need it

flitz: kotal kahn. sun god, can and will turn into a lion at any moment, probably just glows sometimes for fun, is real into jade (which. aren’t we all.), is less interested in conquering and more into internal affairs and uniting people, proud of his body (bc kotal’s always shirtless, y’know.), would definitely drink blood for youth and sustenance. is able to teleport and has telekinesis, but it’s just w/e y’know!

rhett & link: raiden. the protector(s) of earthrealm and savior of the MK storyline, all-powerful immortal gods, are like WAY too fucking tall, did i mention that raiden is an elder god and that rhett & link literally saved our asses? gods, truly.

defy executives: shang tsung. old-ass, musty-ass, soul-stealing bitch, is liu kang’s arch-nemesis, brought sindel back to life which literally almost killed everyone in the MK timeline until they were brought back due to the time shenanigans. fuckin’ dusty soul-grabbing bastards that don’t even have good fatalities smh.

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Hoseok Imagine [3]

[i’m a yoongi stan i promise

also some information here does not belong to me, but most of it does. the stuff that isn’t mine regards a certain YT channel that i changed up to fit my characters. the name of the channel and what it does is as said but it has been modified to fit the story line, feel free to check out the actual channel, it’s hilarious and i’m a huge fan of them]

type : normal !

genre : fluff !

AU : youtuber reader !

word count : 1314 !

summary : Imagine being a YouTuber with your best friend, and you're shipped famously with Jung Hoseok. On a talk show, specifically The Ellen Show, you're forced to kiss him. Worse it is, you just so happen to be a J-Hope biased ARMY.

(L/N) (Y/N) and Daiha Binji; two of the biggest names on YouTube, more formally known as CinemaSins and/or MusicVideoSins. Two people, two channels, and sarcastic, offensive humour that never fails in making people fall out of their chairs. What they do is simple.

They sin things in the entertainment industry.

It started with movies, and when they got requests to do music videos as well, they made a second channel just for that. They watch these things and point out every little mistake or things that just don’t make sense, many of the “sins” counted are there simply for the sake of making some witty, smartass commentary. Although they focus their videos in English (living in America and all), they often have subtitles of Korean, Japanese, French, considering both of them are fluent in said languages. Their fans also translate their videos in many languages, ranging from Spanish to Bahasa.

(Y/N) is a free spirit, she’s very kind and the sweetest thing ever. She loves pastel colours but is also really emo, she basically has the personality of a pastel goth. Don’t be fooled, though, she’s still a smartass. Her sins mostly focus on the more feminine view of whatever she’s watching, like “This guy is offending me with his seductive stare,” and ping! There’s a sin. She’s also very keen and observing, she finds every little mistake possible and often helps Binji find his for his videos.

Binji is snarky and clever, he makes fun of the actors in whatever he’s watching and that often leads to sins. “Look, I know this guy’s trying to be sexy and all, but he just ate wax. That’s a formula for constipation.” Ping!

Binji, despite having naturally blonde hair (he’s half Korean and half Russian), likes to dye his hair a bright red. Like, Akabane Karma red. Or Park Jimin during Dope red. (Y/N) often says that the colour suits him, his short temper and “I don’t care” attitude well, which is one of the reasons he keeps it that way. He clearly has a soft spot for (Y/N), but in no way is it romantic.

Their channels have two large playlists each; Binji’s videos and (Y/N)’s videos. They run the channels together, yes, but often have seperate videos. The fans often suggest who should sin what, which is how (Y/N) got into sinning almost all of BTS’ music videos.

When she was sinning Dope, the fourth one she’s had to sin, she started the video off with an immediate sin by saying, “I don’t know why you guys always make me do these. I’ve already been sucked into this ARMY thing, and you know I looked into that fandom since you guys have been begging me to for so long, and what I found was the weirdest shit. What the fuck is ‘infires,’ ‘dirty water,’ ‘no jams,’ and what’s with the ‘sexy porn star’ thing? This fandom is drugs. Just drugs. And I love it. Teach me your ways, ARMY. In any case, why don’t you make Binji do these? Don’t you want to see him suddenly poof into a gay against his will? Because I do.”

Her becoming an ARMY is what lead to the shipping. The shipping of her and the infamous J-Hope.

She’s really energetic and always happy, she’s like Hoseok and Yoongi together into one.

Which is what brings her here, on Ellen, in front of J-Hope, with red cheeks and their lips centimetres apart, Binji and Yoongi shoving their heads together.

Woah, woah.

Back the fuck up.

What is happening, here?

Well, allow me to explain.

When the boys went onto Ellen, the mischievous comedian had a surprise in store. A shipping game. She spun a wheel and whichever member it landed on, would have to play a little game.

She had seven female celebrities backstage, each of whom were the most shipped with one of the members. (Y/N) was there if J-Hope were to be selected, and Binji was there because (Y/N) was there.

They’re kind of the dynamic duo.

In any case, the wheel landed on Hoseok, and (Y/N) and Binji casually walked out, with fans cheering like they just saw Johnny Depp. They took a seat across from Bangtan as the band shoved and teased Hoseok, who was smiling ear to ear with pink cheeks. Ellen greeted them and continued to take out a deck of cards. She shuffled them and picked out ten. The older woman then called up a random girl from the audience and had her pick a card. The teenage girl was shy yet giddy as she picked one, and almost choked on her spit as she read it. Ellen took it back and laughed out loud as the girl went back to her seat, leaving the idols on the stage confused. The host turned the card over and (Y/N)’s eyes were as big as plates.

The potential couple must share a kiss on stage for their fans!

She could feel anxiety bubbling in her stomach.

Yes, Hoseok was attractive. Yes, he was a cutie. Yes, she was a fan of him. Yes, she low-key wanted to kiss him. Yes, she would sacrifice her first born child for him. Yes, he was overly cute and sexy at the same time. Yes, the little cinnabun comedian was shy as hell as she looked at the rapper.

But God, no, she did not want to fuck this up!

What if he was uncomfortable? What if she disgusted him? What if she was a horrible kisser?

She gulped as Bangtan beat and laughed at Hoseok, who shyly stood and looked at (Y/N), who did the same. She could feel Binji smirking at her, and gave him a quick glance-glare.

The two of them hesitantly approached one another until they were less than a metre away. They slowly leaned in until (Y/N) flinched away and hid her face, making the crowd “Awee!”

She gathered her emotions and leaned in again, awkwardly flinching away like every two seconds, Hoseok doing the same, both their cheeks red.

[have you guys seen that vid of hobi and tae being forced to kiss? yeah, imagine that, but they’re not touching and they’re more flustered than disgusted]

Binji stood and shoved (Y/N) forward, making Hoseok catch her and hold her in his arms as they gazed at each other, yet still reluctant. Yoongi then stood and pushed Hoseok’s head further, Binji doing the same to (Y/N).

And here they were.

Eventually, their lips touched, light as a feather. As soon as she felt the contact, (Y/N) was about to pull away, but something about the way Hoseok held her and slightly moved his lips against hers made her stay in his arms. Hoseok slowly moved his lips to mesh with hers in a way that made (Y/N) weak in the knees, and they kissed for what felt like eternity, her hands sliding into his hair and his resting at her hips. As their lungs felt heavy, they gently separated themselves from each other, and the first thing (Y/N) did was run into Binji’s arms, covering her red face. Binji laughed, “This isn’t rejection to you or anything, J-Hope, she’s just really shy. This probably means she enjoyed it,” He sent the Korean rapper a wink. BTS were in tears laughing, and so was Ellen, leaving (Y/N) to internally cry in Binji’s embrace.

The show went on as any other, (Y/N) and Hoseok unable to take their eyes off each other. As the stars walked off the stage, though, a grinning Hoseok made his way over to (Y/N), who looked at him with a shy smile.

“Can I get your number? I, uh, would like to keep in touch.”

#bts #jhope #hoseok #jung hoseok #kpop #x reader #imagine #fanfiction #jhope x reader #hoseok x reader #jung hoseok x reader #hobi x reader #jhope imagine #hobi fluff

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bamby0304 · 6 years

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The Hart: Chapter One

Summary: When Lizzie was just a few months old, she lost her father. Fifteen years later she lost her mother, and then her sister. Now in her early twenties Lizzie spends her days and nights hunting things and saving people. When the Winchesters meet the bright eyed and bubbly blonde they don’t realise what they’re in for… and neither does she…

Part Twenty-Five: One Hell of a PA

Masterlist

Warning: Not really :):)

Bamby

EPOV

I walked with Sam and Dean, our voices low so no one would hear us.

"E.V.P," Sam noted.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive," Dean told him. "All of a sudden, I'm getting electromagnetic reading up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now."

"Who's the ghost? What's it want?" Sam asked.

I grinned. "That's where I come in."

Now out of the studio, I lead the guys to one of the trailers. One inside, I moved to the coffee table and grabbed a DVD before putting it into the player and moved to sit on the couch. While Sam and Dean stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking around

"Whose trailer is this?"

I shrugged at Dean. "Tony, the guy who plays Mitch. We were hanging out yesterday. Told me I could come here whenever I wanted a little break."

Dean rolled his eyes, coming to sit next to me. "Bet he did."

Sam came to sit on my other side. "Where'd you get the DVD?"

"They're called dailies. Dave got them for me," I explained. "Tony won't be back for a while, but let's hurry this up, shall we?" Pressing the fast forward button on the remote, I watched the TV and paused once the guy fell through the roof. "Here we go." Rewinding it a little, I pressed play.

We watched the screen carefully, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. Nothing seemed different at first, until both Sam and I sat forward, noticing something.

I re-wound a little, pausing on the figure that shouldn't have been there. "I don't know about you two, but I have never seen that woman on set."

She was pale, almost like she was in black and white. Dressed in a long robe with her dark hair up and out of her face.

"I've seen her before."

I looked to Sam, surprised and confused. "Really? Around set?"

"No." He shook his head and stood up, leaving the trailer suddenly.

Dean shrugged. "I gotta get back to work. Call me when he finds something." He gestured to his headset as he stood up and left as well.

SPOV

I wasn't too sure where Lizzie was, so it was just Dean and I going through everything I'd found. Actually, it was more just me going through it while Dean ate food in front of me.

"Here, check this out." I handed him an article.

Instead of taking the paper, he turned on his radio as he spoke into is. "Yeah, go for Ozzy." He grinned.

"You have eyes on Tara?"

"No, I don't have a 20 on Tara. I think she's 10-100."

"Copy that. Send her my way."

"Okay, copy that." He nodded, putting the radio down and turning to me again. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Shaking my head, I offered him the paper again. "Elise Drummond. Starlet back in the '30s. Had an affair with the studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute. So, Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters right into a scene they're shooting."

"Just like out man. So what, she's got it i for the studio brass?"

"Possibly." I shrugged. "I mean, it's a motive, and the guy's death matches hers exactly."

He sighed. "We're digging tonight, aren't we?"

EPOV

"Which way?" Sam asked Dean, who was hold the map of the celebrity graveyard.

"Uh, over here." Dean gestured for us to follow. "This map is totally worth the five bucks." he chuckled as he looked to a few of the graves. "Hey, we gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here."

Sam scoffed. "You wanna dig him up, too?"

Dean turned to him, offended. "Bit your tongue, heathen."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Okay, boys. Can we just get this done?" Snatching the map from Dean, I searched for the grave we were looking for before taking lead, finding it in a matter of moments. "Found her."

"I don't get it." Sam started as he began to dig. "Why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal. Why this movie?"

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick." Dean suggested as he began to dig with his brother.

Sam paused. "Come on, is it really that scary?"

"Nope." I answered in a heartbeat. "It sucks. And so does digging up graves. But here we are." I sighed as I started to dig as well, wanting to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

DPOV

There was blood and bits and pieces of a dead guy all over a screen and the floor in the studio. Apparently one of the producers had stayed late last night and somehow ended up getting caught in one of the industrial fans.

Sam, Liz and I knew the truth though. Even after salting and burning the bones last night, the same or another ghost had killed again.

"Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66. Guy named Billy Beard." Sam explained.

"What the hell, dude?" I turned away from the scene.

Liz sighed. "Is it just me or does this feel like a completely different murder. Elise wouldn't have done this. It's not her m.o."

"So, we're dealing with another ghost?" I shook my head. "These things don't usually tag team."

"Everybody, gather around, okay?" McG called. "Got an announcement to make. Everyone, huddle in." He waited as we all gathered. "In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days."

The crowd began to murmur and sigh in disappointment.

McG nodded. "I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, we've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything... and that was to see Hell Hazers II: The Reckoning on screens all across America." He smiled as everyone nodded. "Now, we owe it to them to go on and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?"

Everyone clapped and cheered.

As they got a bit louder, McG spoke over everyone. "But not... not today. Go home. Someone will call you."

Everyone began to walk off, moving to leave. Sam, Liz and I stayed where we were, watching as everyone else began to leave.

"Uh, Elizabeth." We turned to see one of the actors heading our way. It was the guy that played Mitch.

Liz smiled at him. "Hey, Tony."

He gave her a charming grin as he stopped in front of her, ignoring both Sam and me. "So, I was wondering. Seeing as we've got some time off, you wanna go out?"

Jealousy flared up inside me. I had no idea where it was coming from or why I was feeling it, but I was. Liz and I had sex here and there, sure, but that didn't mean we were anything other than friends with benefits. That's all either of us wanted. So why did I want to beat this guy into the ground?

"Oh, I'm so sorry..." She looked up at him with apologetic eyes. "I'd love to, I really would. But I'm actually busy. With my friends." She gestured to Sam and me.

The guy looked to each of us, stopping at me. Instinctively, I stood taller, staring him down. It wasn't like I was trying to intimidate the guy and scare him off, I just... I didn't want a douche bag like him trying to get with Liz. She could do so much better.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around then?" He shrugged.

"Yeah. Sure." She smiled as he walked off.

Once the guy was gone, Sam spoke up. "You know, you could have gone."

"Are you kidding me?" She laughed, turning to us. "He leaves and we don't have to worry about him finding us working in his trailer." She grinned. "The guys cute and all, but I'm not interested."

"You're not?" Sam sounded as surprised as I felt.

"He's a movie star. I'm just another chick he wants to get with. Not exactly a turn on." She shrugged, walking off.

EPOV

I sat on the couch next to Dean, leaning against him absentmindedly, my thigh resting against his. We were watching scenes from the movie, looking for any more signs of a haunting. He lifted his arm, stretching before placing it behind my shoulders.

Smiling, I turned to look up at him. "Smooth, Winchester."

He grinned. "I just thought... we're alone." He shrugged as he slowly began to lean forward, his eyes looking down at my lips.

When Tony had asked me if I wanted to go out with him, to tell you the truth I wanted to say yes. Why? Well, because I knew what Dean and I were doing was changing. Neither of us had slept with anyone else since the case with Madison. We flirted with others, sure, but nothing came from it.

I liked Dean, that wasn't news to me. I'd liked him from the get go. But that did not mean we were going to suddenly become anything other than what we were. If we were going to change, then the only direction we were going would be backwards. We were either casual or nothing. Just being friends would be good enough for me.

Which is exactly why I pulled away before he could kiss me.

"I think you should... I think you should hook up with someone," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"What?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Tara likes you. She's asked me about you. Thought we were dating. Maybe you could talk to her some more, see where things lead?"

"Okay..." he sounded a little unsure and confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Looking up at him then, I gave him a reassuring smile. "Just been thinking about the rules. We're not an item, Dean. There's no reason why you shouldn't be hooking up with anyone."

"Then why'd you say no to Tony?"

"The case," I lied. "I wanna focus on the case."

He opened his mouth to speak probably to call my bullshit. But before he could utter a word, the door to the trailer opened as Sam walked in.

"Hey." He nodded to me and his brother.

"Hey." Dean nodded back, leaning into the couch again. "So you find out where the electrician's buried?"

"He wasn't," Sam sighed, taking a seat on my other side. "Billy Beard was cremated."

"Great." Dean shook his head, frustrated. "Now what?"

"No idea." Sam shrugged. "Any more ghosts show up in the clips?" he asked, gesturing to the TV.

"Not in the first six hours," I noted, sitting up to stretch.

"You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie because they think it sucks," Sam suggested. "Because, I mean, it kinda does."

I gave a little laugh and went to respond, but Tara had begun to speak in the scene then, her words catching my attention. "Guys... you hear that?"

Sam looked to the screen, listening to Tara as she read an incantation. "That's the real deal. A necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

SPOV

Dean and I knocked on Martin- the writer's- door.

He turned to us, confused. "Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, um, just..." We stepped into his office as I spoke. "Sorry, man. We... we... we couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script."

Martin smiled as he sat down on the edge of his desk. "And?"

"Yeah. It's, uh... it's awesome."

"Awesome." Dean agreed.

"Really awesome." I added.

Martin's face lit up. "I know, it's pretty rocking, right? I'm glad you guys liked it."

I nodded. "Yeah, I really liked, uh, all the attention to detail."

"Dude, right on, that's my thing. I mean, you know, colour me guilty, but that is me. I mean, I'm a total detail buff."

"No, I can tell. The way you worked in all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language, and-"

Martin cut me off, confused. "What, you mean that Latin crap? No, man. That's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?"

"Wait, Walter the PA, Walter?" Dean asked.

"No, he's not a PA. He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set," Mart explained.

Dean shrugged. "But he wrote the invocations?"

"He wrote a whack-job screenplay. There's no pace, no love interest, it's all wack-a-doo exposition. I had to cut like, ninety percent of it to make it readable. Another ten percent to make it good."

DPOV

"They should've kept Walter's script. It's actually pretty decent," Liz noted as she read the script on the couch.

"Yeah," Sam sighed, dropping the script he'd been reading onto the coffee table. "And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration. Like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want."

"Like kill people," I noted.

"Yep." Sam shook his head. "So, let's say somewhere down the line Walter learned some pretty Black Magic."

I nodded, dropping my own script. "Yeah, and let's say he's pissed at these people for wrecking his movie."

"That sounds like motive and means to me, boys." Liz placed her script on to her lap. "So, where's Walter, and who's next?"

As the three of us entered the studio, we heard what sounded like Martin scream. Without looking at each other, we all ran in the direction where the sound had come from, knowing that we didn't have time to come up with a plan. We just had to act. Luckily, I'd grabbed one of the guns from the car, just in case something like this was going to go down.

We came around the corner to see Martin being dragged along the ground by a guy whose face was shredded up on one side. It was the dead janitor, and he was pulling Martin right towards a highspeed fan.

"Walter, please!" Martin yelled. "Walter, help me!" he screamed.

I lifted my gun as I came to a stop, and shot the ghost, sending it away. Sam hurried over to turn the fan off as Liz and I helped Martin to his feet.

"You are one hell of a PA," he told me.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I know."

Walter began to back up. "What are you doing?"

"Could ask you the same thing, alter." Sam started for Walter who was hurrying up some stairs he'd been standing by. "Raising these spirits from the dead, making them murder for you, that's playing with fire, Walter."

Walter paused and turned to him. "You don't understand."

"You're right. We don't. But I also don't care," Liz called to him. "Whatever it is, doesn't justify murder."

"You put your heart and soul into something. Years of hard work. Years. And then they take it and they crap all over it!" He gestured to Martin.

I looked to Martin, who just shook his head, clearly in denial. The movie was pretty crap.

Walter went on. "And then... and then they want you to smile and say thank you."

"Listen, it's just a movie. That's it." Sam tried reasoning with him.

Walter sighed. "Look, I got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay."

"Sorry, can't do that," I called to him. "I mean, it's not that we like him or anything, it's just a matter of principle."

"Then I'm sorry too." Martin raised something that looked like a dreamcatcher from where I stood.

"Walter... Walter, don't," Sam warned.

But Walter didn't listen. No, instead he began to chant, in Latin. When he finished, the place began to shake. This isn't going to be good...

Screams and whispers surrounded us before three ghosts appeared to my right.

"Sam! Liz!" I yelled, raising my gun to the spirits as they began to walk towards Martin and myself. "Son of a… come on, come on."

Then they were gone. They just disappeared.

Liz came to stand next to me, looking around for the ghosts. "Shit."

"That's not a good thing?" Martin asked her.

She shook her head. "No, it's really not."

Suddenly Sam was pushed away as something grunted close by.

"Get Martin!" I told Liz as I hurried to my brother and helped him back up. "Come on, come on, move!"

We ran though the set, making our way to the fake cabin, knowing the ghosts were right behind us. Once we were in, Sam closed the door behind us, pressing his back to is. I started to refill my gun, knowing i wouldn't have time later.

"'Come to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs'," I muttered, annoyed.

"You really think now's an appropriate time to quote Die Hard?" Liz asked me, slightly out of breath.

I gave myself a moment to look up at her, amazed. How did show know where the quote was from? It was just another thing that made her cooler.

As I looked away, I found myself looking right through the space where a wall should have been if we were in a real cabin. But we weren't... which meant the ghosts could walk right in. They may already have.

"Oh, man," I groaned, turning to aim my gun at the open space.

Martin shook his head, hiding behind Liz. "I can't believe these ghosts are real."

"What makes you say that?" I asked sarcastically.

"But I don't understand... how is Walter controlling them?" Martin had a good point there.

"Probably that talisman," Sam suggested before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Martin looked at him like he was an idiot. "What are you doing?"

"I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then... maybe, uh..." Sam lifted his phone, scanning the room. "Dean, right there!" He gestured in front of me.

I turned and took a shot without blinking.

"Got him." He nodded as he kept looking. "Hey, right there!"

Again, I shot where he was pointing.

Liz looked up where she could see Walter running on the next level. "I'm gonna go after him."

"Liz-"

She cut me off. "I'll be fine." With that, she was gone.

"Here, you get the idea?" Sam handed Martin the phone as Martin nodded. "Good, I'm gonna help Lizzie. Hold the ghosts off," he told us before running out of the set.

EPOV

Sam had caught up to me. The two of us ran faster than Walter, so it was easy to cut him off. As he ran out the door of the studio, he came to a sudden stop, seeing us block his path.

Sam shook his head at him. "It's over, Walter. Now, give it to us."

Instead, Walter threw the talisman to the ground. I lifted my hand, trying to will it to me, but it was too late. The talisman hit the ground hard, breaking into pieces.

"There, okay, now no one can have it." Walter had no idea what he just did...

Sam tensed. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you."

"Oh, yeah?"

I nodded at Walter. "Yeah."

"And why not?"

"You made the spirits kill for you, you idiot," I answered. Maybe I was too harsh, maybe I wasn't. But at that moment, I didn't care. "And you just let them go."

Sam shook his head. "We can't stop them now," he noted as Dean and Martin rushed through the door Walter had come from. "You brought them back, forced them to murder... they're not gonna be very happy with you."

Walter started backing up from us, still not getting it. "Yeah, so why not?"

There was a loud screeching, a yell, and then Walter screamed as he was pushed to the ground. His cried and screamed, his body shaking as the invisible ghosts attacked him, blood pooling on the ground where he lay.

I leaned against the studio building as Tony stood in front of me, his lips pressed against mine in a heated kiss. One hand placed on the wall by my head, the other resting on my hip as my own hands held his jacket.

He pulled back, smiling down at me. "You really should think about changing careers. You'd make one hell of an actress. Even a model," he noted, looking me up and down.

"Thanks, but I'm happy with the job I've got." Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to his lips again.

He got the message, coming back down to deepen the kiss once more.

It's not that I did or didn't like the guy. Like I said before, I wanted to say yes to him when he asked me out. I hadn't because of Dean.

But after talking to Dean, and thinking about everything, I knew I was right. I needed to get back out there. I needed to get back to normal. Being with one guy was not my thing. In saying that though, I wasn't going to stop being with Dean, we were just going to have to slow down for a while.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had Tony and I pull away to look over, seeing Sam standing a few feet away, waiting patiently.

"I, uh... I gotta go," I told Tony, pushing off the wall as I stepped away from him.

He watched as I started to back up. "Will I see you around?"

"You never know." I grinned at him before turning around and walking over to Sam. "Ready?"

He looked form me to Tony, trying not to laugh. "Are you?"

I gave a short shrug. "What, can't a girl have some fun?"

A light laugh escaped his lips then as he turned to walk along the path with me right beside him. We didn't talk, but I did notice that the tension between us had eased a little. We both knew we weren't done talking about what was happening, but for now, Sam was willing to give it a rest.

Nearing Tara's trailer, we couldn't ignore it's shaking. As we were about to walk past it stopped and a moment later the door opened.

Dean stepped out, a wide grin on his face as he adjusted the collar of his jacket. He looked up at the door where Tara stood in nothing but a robe.

"You're one hell of a PA." She smiled at him.

"Thank you."

I chuckled lightly, feeling slightly surprised that I wasn't jealous. "Se

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To distract myself from being suicidal I answered lots of questions

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Can’t remember it’s been a while  2. Are you outgoing or shy? More shy  3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My fren jazmyn tomorrow :)  4. Are you easy to get along with? I hope so  5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Person I like???! Like friends??? What?  6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Girls.  7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Nah  8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Professional hockey player Auston Matthews.  9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Nah  10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Deep??? Idk  11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? So we don’t have a cooler really  12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Green light So far (it's alright) Where do you go (to my lovely) Subdivisions (the nsp version tho) Scar tissue   13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Ye   14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?  man idk 15. What good thing happened this summer?  im too sad to b positive rn thanks 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?  yep 17. Do you think there is life on other planets?  hell yeah man come on

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?  i dont even really know who my first crush was 19. Do you like bubble baths? if the bath is big enough for my gross body then ya  20. Do you like your neighbours?  I dont really like people in general man (not 2 b emo) 21. What are you bad habits?  Eating all the time. Being messy. Being sad. 22. Where would you like to travel?  Greece. And go back to toronto. 23. Do you have trust issues?  hell yeah 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? the fuck is a routine???????//?????  25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?  the entire concept of “body” makes me uncomfortable 26. What do you do when you wake up? either like 8am or 4pm  27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?  neither????? 28. Who are you most comfortable around? no one (1)  29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? i have nver dated any person  30. Do you ever want to get married?  no 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? ye  32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?  oh bruh tons. rn i’d say tom hollands and zendaya 33. Spell your name with your chin.  nikcfolld 34. Do you play sports? i havent moved in centuries  35. Would you rather live without TV or music? tv  36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?  no idea 37. What do you say during awkward silences?  nothing. they are silent. 38. Describe your dream girl/guy?  someone who is nice and likes me 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?  slavation army and winners and like urban planet 40. What do you want to do after high school?  die 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? no.  42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?  tired. specific kind of sad. 43. Do you smile at strangers?  i try to 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? ocean!  45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? nothing.  46. What are you paranoid about?  all. 47. Have you ever been high? I smoked weed once but i didnt really feel anything so i guess no  48. Have you ever been drunk? yeah like twice  49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? this probably  50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? black  51. Ever wished you were someone else?  all.the.time 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?  all. 53. Favourite makeup brand? bruh???idk  54. Favourite store?  didnt u ask this aready 55. Favourite blog? ob-elisk  56. Favourite colour? black  57. Favourite food?   greek 58. Last thing you ate? im ashamed of it so no  u dont get to know 59. First thing you ate this morning? mango  60. Ever won a competition? For what? yeah a lot back in the day for ballet  61. Been suspended/expelled? nah 62. Been arrested? nah  63. Ever been in love? how should i know  64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?  it was gay and fun 65. Are you hungry right now?  no 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? they are the same people  67. Facebook or Twitter?  twitter 68. Twitter or Tumblr? tunglr.hel  69. Are you watching tv right now?  no 70. Names of your bestfriends? i dont know what “best friends” means  71. Craving something? What?  death 72. What colour are your towels? blue  72. How many pillows do you sleep with? dos  73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? ye  74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? in me bed: 3 in me house: more  75. Favourite animal?  elephants and dogs and cats and coons andbears and corvids and moths and spiders 76. What colour is your underwear?  white 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate boo i aint a madman  78. Favourite ice cream flavour?  CHOCOLATE 79. What colour shirt are you wearing?  black 80. What colour pants?  white + green 81. Favourite tv show?  brooklyn 99 i think 82. Favourite movie?  lilo and stich silence of the lambs dark knight 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? come on. obviously the OG.  84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? both.  85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? janis  86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?  Crush 87. First person you talked to today?  me mom 88. Last person you talked to today?  me mom 89. Name a person you hate? dad. donald trump. hitler. johnny depp. men.  90. Name a person you love? me sis  91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?  dad. donald trump. hitler. johnny depp. men. 92. In a fight with someone? nah i dont think so  93. How many sweatpants do you have? 2  94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? lots  95. Last movie you watched? back to the future  96. Favourite actress?  julie andrews 97. Favourite actor?  heath ledger 98. Do you tan a lot? i dont leave my home thanks  99. Have any pets?  4 kitties and a ghosst dog 100. How are you feeling? b a d  101. Do you type fast?  not really 102. Do you regret anything from your past? i dont believe in regret  103. Can you spell well? not as well as you’d hope from an AP english student. and way worse in french.  104. Do you miss anyone from your past? yes. my lovely and dead grandparents  105. Ever been to a bonfire party? a what  106. Ever broken someone’s heart?  lmao not that i know b 107. Have you ever been on a horse?  like a decade ago yeah 108. What should you be doing? sleeping  109. Is something irritating you right now?  insomnia and depression and self hatred 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? meh  111. Do you have trust issues?  yeeeeeEEEBOYYY 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? dont member. prly me mam.  113. What was your childhood nickname? one time i got called nicky and my mom got mad at the kid and i was too scared to say that i liked that someone was close enough to me to call me that but then our friendship fell apart :(((  114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? yes, a lot. im very fortunate  115. Do you play the Wii? wanted one when i was younger and never got one  116. Are you listening to music right now? nah but i wish (am too lazy and sad)  117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? am a vegetarian  118. Do you like Chinese food? ye specially noodles  119. Favourite book? Misery or paper towns or harry potter or percy jackson or i dont know really  120. Are you afraid of the dark? no  121. Are you mean? i hope not. i try not to be  122. Is cheating ever okay? what does “okay” mean  123. Can you keep white shoes clean? no  124. Do you believe in love at first sight? yes.  125. Do you believe in true love? yes.  126. Are you currently bored? i dont know man  127. What makes you happy? blissfull ignorance of my mental disorders even for a moment  128. Would you change your name? yeah. my last name so that its not my dads anymore  129. What your zodiac sign? virgo  130. Do you like subway? yeah  131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? wake up from the vivid day dream  132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? deep????  133. Favourite lyrics right now? “And she lays down on her bedroom floor The chemicals that make her laugh Don't seem to be working anymore”  134. Can you count to one million? what????no???  135. Dumbest lie you ever told? anything i ever told my dad to try to avoid his rage  136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? closed  137. How tall are you?  5 foot 9 138. Curly or Straight hair?  in between 139. Brunette or Blonde? me??? im brunette  140. Summer or Winter? death  141. Night or Day? death  142. Favourite month? time aint real and neither are months  143. Are you a vegetarian? i am :)  144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? dark!!!!11!!!!!!!!!11!  145. Tea or Coffee? coffee.  146. Was today a good day? it never is.  147. Mars or Snickers? neither.  148. What’s your favourite quote?  “When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.” “I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.” 149. Do you believe in ghosts?  i d o n t k n o w 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “About a year or so after we moved to Scarborough, my parents and their friends began having weekend get-togethers.”

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citizenscreen · 7 years

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The first image that comes to mind when I think of Cary Grant is the classy gentleman that ultimately became his signature style. Most brilliant of all in Grant’s impressive repertoire perhaps was his ability to add the bumbling to the suave sophisticate. That’s the man I adore, but that man didn’t come about easily. It was hard work and perseverance that led to the archetype that’s still recognized as the domain of just one man. One.

Cary Grant was born Archibald Leach in Bristol, England on January 18, 1904. From 1932 to 1966 he appeared in over 70 motion pictures becoming one of the greatest movie stars in the world. Ever. And that’s not an exaggeration as you well know. Beloved and admired by the masses and his peers Grant mastered various film genres turning in memorable performances in broad comedies, murder mysteries, adventure stories and romances.

On that road to becoming Cary Grant the image, Cary Grant the actor played men with numerous careers and from different walks of life. It’s quite the impressive resume, one that goes well beyond a gorgeous exterior. Why don’t I show you?

The Cary Grant Résumé

Cary Grant

1 Handsome Movie Star Way, Hollywood, CA 01184 – (000) 227-9472 – [email protected]

Summary:

At least twelve rich, playboy types if you don’t include the five successful businessmen.

Ten soldiers

Six newspaper men/writers

Six doctors/scientists

Five artistic types

Four government agents

Three pilots

Three advertising executives

Two supernatural beings

One Earl, a policeman, an engineer, a lawyer, an economist, a politician, a few unsavory types, half a dozen or so times involved in espionage.

The handsome, rich bachelor often, but was also a loving husband and father to several women and numerous children

Highlights:

Hard-working and reliable

Energetic, well-executed pratfalls

Distinctive double-take

Proficient at fast-talk

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Unique voice

Exceptional romantic skills

Great with pets and children

*Experience:

Rich men and playboys (1932 to 1962)

Philip Shayne in Delbert Mann’s That Touch of Mink (1962)

Johnnie Aysgarth in Alfred Hitchcock’s Suspicion (1941)

C. K. Dexter Haven in George Cukor’s The Philadelphia Story (1940)

Alec Walker in John Cromwell’s In Name Only (1939)

Jerry Warriner in Leo McCarey’s The Awful Truth (1937)

Ernest Bliss in Alfred Zeisler’s The Amazing Adventure (1936)

Gerald Fitzgerald in Elliott Nugent’s Enter Madame! (1935)

Jack Clayton in Wesley Ruggles’ I’m No Angel (1933)

Jeffrey Baxter in Paul Sloane’s The Woman Accused (1933)

Romer Sheffield in William Seiter’s Hot Saturday (1932)

Charlie Baxter in Dorothy Arzner’s Merrily We Go to Hell (1932)

Ridgeway in Alexander Hall’s Sinners in the Sun (1932)

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Businessman (1934 to 1966)

Sir William Rutland in Charles Walters’ Walk Don’t Run (1966)

(and widower) Tom Winters in Melville Shavelson’s Houseboat (1958)

Clemson Reade in Sidney Sheldon’s Dream Wife (1953)

Julian De Lussac in Frank Tuttle’s Ladies Should Listen (1934)

Malcolm Trevor in Lowell Sherman’s Born to be Bad (1934)

PS – If you’re thinking that Cary Grant as business man looks very similar to Cary Grant rich playboy – well, yeah.

Men of science (1934 to 1951)

Physician, Dr. Noah Praetorius in Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s People Will Talk (1951)

Chemist, Dr. Barnaby Fulton in Howard Hawks’ Monkey Business (1952)

Neurosurgeon, Dr. Eugene Norland Ferguson in Richard Brooks’ Crisis (1950)

Pediatrician, Dr. Madison Brown in Don Hartman’s Every Girl Should Be Married (1948)

Paleontologist, David Huxley in Howard Hawks’ Bringing Up Baby (1938)

Plastic Surgeon, Dr. Maurice Lamar in Harlan Thompson’s Kiss and Make-Up (1934)

Soldiers (1932 to 1959)

Lt. Cmdr. Matt T. Sherman in Blake Edwards’ Operation Petticoat (1959)

Cmdr. Andy Crewson in Stanley Donen’s Kiss Them for Me (1957)

Anthony in Stanley Kramer’s The Pride and the Passion (1957)

Captain Henri Rochard in Howard Hawks’ I Was a Male War Bride (1949)

Captain Cassidy in Delmer Daves’ Destination Tokyo (1943)

Sergeant Cutter in George Stevens’ Gunga Din (1939)

Captain Andre Charville in George Fitzmaurice’s Suzy (1936)

British Officer, Micahel Andrews in Charles Barton’s and Louis J. Gasnier’s The Last Outpost (1935)

Lietenant B. F. Pinkerton in Marion Gering’s Madame Butterfly (1932)

Lt. Jaeckel (naval officer) in Marion Gering’s Devil and the Deep (1932)

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Writers and newspaper men (1934 to 1944)

Mortimer Brewster in Frank Capra’s Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)

Reporter, Roger Adams in George Stevens’ Penny Serenade (1941)

Patrick “Pat” O’Toole in Leo McCarey’s Once Upon a Honeymoon (1942)

Walter Burns in Howard Hawks’ His Girl Friday (1940)

Reporter Charlie Mason in Richard Wallace’s Wedding Present (1936)

Newspaper publisher, Porter Madison III in Marion Gering’s Thirty Day Princess (1934)

Spies or government agents (1933 to 1964)

Including this one because it borders on “spying” – Walter in Ralph Nelson’s Father Goose (1964)

Peter Joshua in Stanley Donen’s Charade (1963)

Devlin in Alfred Hitchcock’s Notorious (1946)

Captain Cummings in Lowell Sherman’s She Done Him Wrong (1933)

Con men, grifters, a thief and a politician (1932 to 1955)

Retired Cat Burglar in Alfred Hitchcock’s To Catch a Thief (1955)

Gambler and grifter, Joe “the Greek” Adams in H. C. Potter’s Mr. Lucky (1943)

Con man, Nick Boyd in Rowland V. Lee’s The Toast of New York (1937)

Con man, adventurer, Jimmy Monkley in George Cukor’s Sylvia Scarlett (1935)

Gambler, Ace Corbin in Louis J. Gasnier’s and Max Marcin’s Gambling Ship (1933)

Nick Townsend in Josef von Sternberg’s Blonde Venus (1932)

Pilots (1933 to 1939)

Geoff Carter in Howard Hawks’ Only Angels Have Wings (1939)

Ken Gordon in James Flood’s Wings in the Dark (1935)

Henry Crocker in Stuart Walker’s The Eagle and the Hawk (1933)

Men of the arts (1937 to 1957)

Nickie Ferrante in Leo McCarey’s An Affair to Remember (1957)

Dick Nugent in Irving Reis’ The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer (1947)

Cole Porter in Michael Curtiz’s Night and Day (1946)

(Crooked) Showman Jerry Flynn in Alexander Hall’s Once Upon a Time (1944)

Jimmy Hudson in Robert Riskin’s When You’re in Love (1937)

Drifters, activists, miscellaneous fellows or regular Joes (1932 to 1944)

Ernie Mott in Clifford Odets’ None But the Lonely Heart (1944)

Mill worker and activist, Luopold Dilg in George Stevens’ The Talk of the Town (1942)

Farmer, Matt Howard in Frank Loyd’s The Howards of Virginia (1940)

Johnny Case in George Cukor’s Holiday (1938)

Film debut as javelin thrower/jealous husband, Stephen Matthewson in Frank Tuttle’s This Is the Night (1932)

A lawyer, an economist and an engineer (1940 to 1958)

Economist, Philip Adams in Stanley Donen’s Indiscreet (1958)

Engineer, George Rose in Norman Taurog’s Room for One More (1952)

Lawyer, Nick Arden in Garson Kanin’s My Favorite Wife (1940)

Advertising executives (1948 to 1959)

Roger O. Thornhill in Alfred Hitchcock’s North by Northwest (1959)

Jim Blandings in H. C. Potter’s Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House (1948)

An Earl (1960)

Victor, Earl of Rhyall in Stanley Donen’s The Grass is Greener (1960)

A police officer/detective (1936)

Danny Barr in Raoul Walsh’s Big Brown Eyes (1936)

An angel and a ghost (1937 and 1947)

Dudley in Henry Koster’s The Bishop’s Wife (1947)

George Kerby in Norman Z. McLeod’s Topper (1937)

References:

“the only actor I ever loved in my whole life.” – Alfred Hitchcock

Ian Fleming modeled pop culture phenomenon, James Bond partially with Grant in mind.

Has appeared on numerous “sexiest stars” and “greatest movie stars” lists.

On American Film Institute’s list of top 100 U.S. love stories, compiled in June 2002, Grant led all actors with six of his films on the list. An Affair to Remember (1957) was ranked #5; followed by: #44 The Philadelphia Story (1940) #46 To Catch a Thief (1955) #51 Bringing Up Baby (1938) #77 The Awful Truth (1937) #86 Notorious (1946).

Was named #2 on The Greatest Screen Legends actor list by the American Film Institute.

Has eight films on the American Film Institute’s list of the 100 Funniest Movies: Bringing Up Baby (1938) at #14, The Philadelphia Story (1940) at #15, His Girl Friday (1940) at #19, Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) at #30, Topper (1937) at #60, The Awful Truth (1937) at #68, Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House (1948) at #72 and She Done Him Wrong (1933) at #75.

“The greatest leading man to ever appear on the silver screen.” – Aurora

“You see, he didn’t depend on his looks. He wasn’t a narcissist, he acted as though he were just an ordinary young man. And that made it all the more appealing, that a handsome young man was funny; that was especially unexpected and good because we think, ‘Well, if he’s a Beau Brummel, he can’t be either funny or intelligent’, but he proved otherwise” – George Cukor

He received a special Academy Award for Lifetime Achievement in 1970. The inscription on his statuette read “To Cary Grant, for his unique mastery of the art of screen acting with respect and affection of his colleagues”. On being presented with the award, his friend Frank Sinatra announced: “It was made for the sheer brilliance of acting … No one has brought more pleasure to more people for so many years than Cary has, and nobody has done so many things so well”.

Audrey Hepburn in Charade, “Do you know what’s wrong with you? Nothing.”

Additional references available upon request.

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As I perused Cary Grant’s filmography for this post I noticed a few things I’d never realized. The first is that there are far too many Cary Grant movies I’ve yet to see. Then I noticed that Cary Grant never made a science fiction movie, which is interesting. In addition, Mr. Grant never made a Western. Huh. It seems he did forge a few Western connections, however. For instance, Grant appeared as himself in a cameo in Mervyn LeRoy’s Without Reservation (1943) starring Claudette Colbert and Westerns legend, John Wayne and he turned the Northwest upside down in Hitchcock’s 1959 masterpiece.

Anyway, no one can dispute Mr. Grant’s versatility as his resume illustrates. When one thinks of a “Jack of all trades” it’s usually followed by “master of none,” a person who can do passable work at various tasks, but does not necessarily excel at any of them. That is not Cary Grant. Cary Grant excelled at everything he attempted in the movies, which is why the mark he made is still felt. As film critic and historian David Thomson states in The New Biographical Dictionary of Film – Cary Grant “was the best and most important actor in the history of the cinema.” I’ll add that it was due to his versatility and the persona that is forever defined by only him that his importance as an actor and film icon never diminishes. There is only one man who has a resume like Cary Grant. When asked, “who is today’s Cary Grant?” filmmaker, Robert Trachtenberg who made Cary Grant: A Class Apart replied, “No one.”

NO ONE.

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Happy birthday wherever you are.

*Notes: Mr. Grant’s film roles are separated by categories of my choosing in the resume. Keep in mind that there are quite a few instances where roles (categories) overlap. As such any number of roles can be noted under a few categories, but I chose not to repeat movies.