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vinca-majors · 2 days
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don john + text posts [3]
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r1-jw-lover · 2 days
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When you realise that
In Akira's introduction she was bathed in blue lights
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And in John's first scene in Osaka, he was bathed in red lights
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Then in their last scene on the train, the lighting flickers between blue and red
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Gosh, I love this movie to bits 😫❤️
Tagging @evren-sadwrn <3
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vibesssurfer · 3 days
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discoscoob · 2 days
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I’d be his morally corrupt defence attorney
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thepersonalwords · 2 days
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I guess living without love, without experiencing it or being able to give it is pretty strong punishment.
Keanu Reeves
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tommieglenn · 13 hours
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Johnny <3
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bigbronintendo · 3 days
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"Wake the f*** up, hedgehog..."
I know I'm late for this moment but
KEANU IS VOICING SHADOW 😭🙏
I'm just so overly hyped for Keanu's performance, it was such a miracle last week. we knew we wanted something in our hands this month and God said yes ❤️❤️🖤🖤
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tudulu · 18 hours
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Bang Bang💥
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y2kawaii · 2 days
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༊*·˚ The Grieving Husband And Lost Widow — Part One (John Wick X Fem Reader)
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Summary: John was a loving husband to his wife, Helen…that was, until she succumbed to a mysterious illness that has plagued their relationship for years before her being hospitalized for the final time. After saying his last goodbyes, John was about to leave the hospital until he ran into (Y/N) – who happened to also be grieving the loss of her spouse.
The last few months proved to be a challenge for (Y/N) with her husband being sick with a mysterious illness that the doctors haven't been able to find a cure to or even properly diagnose. So, on the last day of your husband's life, (Y/N) went to visit him in the hospital for one last time, just to hear his voice and hold his hand before he took that dreaded last breath.
"I love you, (Y/N)..." Your husband's breathing was incredibly shallow as it became more and more difficult for him to breathe normally as his soul steadily slipped away from (Y/N)'s reach.
"I love you, too..." (Y/N) stifled back the tears that were threatening to fall free from her eyes, not wanting to cry in front of your dying husband.
Then, just like that, (Y/N)'s husband took his final breath. His eyes closed, and his head turned ever so slowly onto the pillow that was underneath it as his hand slipped away from your own, signaling that he was now completely gone.
Overwhelmed by the grief of losing your husband, (Y/N) wiped your eyes and stormed out of the confined hospital room that your husband just passed away in. Now officially a widow, you could feel your heart instantly split into two; it was a pain that you couldn't describe, like your heart has been ripped out of your chest.
Now alone, without your lover, (Y/N) was blindly rushing through the hallway of the hospital with your head hanging down, allowing the long locks of your hair to fall in front of your face. However, (Y/N) would suddenly be stopped once she bumped straight into the muscular chest of a man who happened to be standing there, appearing to be lost in the trance of his own grief. Their impact would shortly be followed by a small clank that could be heard on the ground, only for (Y/N) to glance down and realize that what just fell was a necklace that the man must've been holding.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" (Y/N) exclaimed as you promptly bent down to pick up the piece of golden jewelry that the man was previously holding onto. Then after stretching your hand out to the man to return the necklace, (Y/N) would end up shifting her gaze up until it met his own.
"It's alright," the man responded. His voice was so deep yet also slightly gravely, which was something that made (Y/N)'s heart skip a beat in a way that it hasn't ever since you met your husband. Of course, you don't let those thoughts get to you in that very moment, knowing that you were already vulnerable to the emotions that were circulating through your mind. Then (Y/N) would notice the faint streaks of tears that were also visible on the man's cheeks, right underneath his eyes.
Caught off-guard by the sight, (Y/N) couldn't help but become concerned for the man whom she'd just bumped into. "Are you...okay?" You ask with hesitance, but there was also a trace of concern laced through your voice.
"Eh..." The man grumbled at first before protectively curling the necklace in his fist, "I will be." He eventually added with a shrug of his shoulders - it was as if he was trying to act nonchalant. His voice even started to sound more gloomy than it did before (if that was possible).
"I was...going to have a couple of drinks down at the bar." (Y/N) spoke up softly, swaying yourself slightly as the awkward tension increased between the two grieving souls. "If you want, I could buy you a drink."
At first, the man appeared hesitant at the idea. His head tilted from either side while his eyes were locked down onto the necklace that he held securely in his fist. Then, after what felt like an eternity that was really only a few seconds, he made a light nod of his head in agreement to (Y/N)'s offer.
"Yeah...yeah, I'd like that." He answered, his deep voice softening only slightly as his eyes locked directly onto yours. It was only then when (Y/N) noticed the dark brown shade of the tall and fairly muscular man, and they made your heart flutter in a way that it did from your husband.
Turning to leave the hospital, (Y/N) quickens your stride to stay beside the man. For some reason, (Y/N) began to feel a subtle smile forming across your face, but decided against making any mentions of it. Instead, you speak up the very question that has been on your mind since you first laid eyes on the man. "So...what's your name?" You ask as the man walked out of the hospital with (Y/N), the front doors opening for them as they went outside and began strolling down the sidewalk to the nearby bar.
"It's..." The man began, but then cleared his throat as the words got caught in him. After a beat, however, he took in a sharp breath while staying focused on the path that was ahead of them.
"John. John Wick."
(this is part one! depending on how this fanfic performs, there will be a few more parts to come for this fanfic! ♡ )
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grouchymillennial · 2 days
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Have an Amy in these trying times
feels good to draw my favorite girl again after so many years!
(also, Keanu as shadow??? if they don’t make a joke about it, I’ll be so upset)
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vinca-majors · 2 days
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don john + text posts [2]
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lilithlinen · 2 days
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Turning Tables III - Kevin Lomax, John Constantine X You.
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"Yes," he says, his voice cold. "Find out everything. And make sure it hurts him."  Kevin hangs up the phone, his mind racing. He needs to control this situation, to make sure you know who's in charge. He won't lose you to anyone, especially not John Constantine. 
Kevin’s POV 
A few hours later as I walk back home, my thoughts are consumed by revenge. I need to make John pay for what he’s done. For making you question me, for trying to take you from me. 
When I arrive, I find you sitting on the couch, tears streaming down your face. “Where have you been?” you ask, your voice shaky. 
“Taking care of business,” I say, walking towards you. "Did you call your...lover?" I ask mockingly. 
“No,” you admit, looking away.  
I grab you by the chin, forcing you to look at me. “Don’t worry about him,” I say, my voice low. “I’ll handle him.” 
“Kevin, I can't do this anymore,” you whisper, tears still falling. “I can't live like this.” 
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have cheated on me,” I growl, my anger rising again. “Maybe you should have thought before you acted.” 
“I had to,” you murmur, your voice small. “I just needed something more than THIS.” 
“Well, you won’t find it with him,” I say, pushing you onto the couch. “I’ll make sure of it.” 
You stare up at me, fear shining in your eyes. “What are you going to do?” 
“Whatever it takes to prove my dominance,” I say, my eyes never leaving yours. “To show you who’s in control.” 
I watch you as you crawl back. “Kevin, don’t. Please...” You plead, and I smirk. 
“You’re mine, Y/N,” I say, my voice firm. “You always will be.” 
“I’m not yours,” you say, your voice shaking. “I'm my own person.” 
I laugh, my eyes glinting with anger. “Oh, really? Then why are you so willing to run to John?” 
“Because he loves me!” You shout, your face red with emotion. “He doesn’t hurt me!” 
“That’s not true,” I say, my voice rising. “He’ll break you just like I will if you leave me!” 
“Stop it!” you cry out, covering your ears. “Please, just stop it!” 
I grab your wrists, pulling them away from your ears. “You’re mine, Y/N. Mine. You belong to me.” 
“No!” you scream, fighting against me. “I won't be your possession!” 
I shake my head, trying to regain control of the situation. “You're, you’ve always been,” I repeat, my voice cold. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you this way.” 
You stare at me, tears stream down your face. “You’re not the man I fell in love with.” 
“I never was,” I admit, my voice devoid of emotion. “But I’m the only one who can give you the life you want.” 
“You’re wrong,” you say, your voice soft. “I don’t need that kind of life.” 
I lean in, my lips brushing against yours. “You’re wrong, Y/N,” I whisper. “You do need me.” 
You move your head away and say through gritted teeth. “I don't need you.” 
“Yes, you do,” I say firmly. “You need me more than anything.” 
“No!” you scream, fighting against me. “I don’t need you!” 
With one swift motion, I pin you down on the couch, my body pressing against yours. “Shut up, Y/N,” I growl, my lips crushing against yours. 
You struggle, but I'm relentless. My tongue slides into your mouth, dominating you as I have always wanted. Your struggles slowly fade, replaced with moans and whimpers of pleasure. 
Finally, I pull away, your breaths ragged. “See?” I say, my voice thick with victory. “You need me.” 
You stare at me, confusion and desire mixed in your eyes. “What...what are you doing?” 
“Showing you who’s in control,” I say, my eyes never leaving yours. “Reminding you of your place.” 
You gasp as I move lower, my tongue tracing the outline of your breasts. “Please, Kevin...” you murmur, your voice shaking. 
“Please what?” I ask, my voice low. “Now...why don’t we make it even more fun? Call that bastard of yours. Constantine...right? Call him right now. Let him come over.” 
Your eyes widen in shock, and you shake your head. “No, I will not.” 
“Come on, Y/N,” I say, my voice soft and seductive. “Make it more interesting.” 
“No,” you say firmly. “I won’t do it.” 
I smile, leaning in close. “Why don’t you think about it?” I suggest, my breath hot against your ear. “Unless you want him dead.” 
You hesitate, your body trembling. Finally, you reach for your phone, your hand shaking. You dial John’s number, your eyes never leaving mine. 
John answers immediately. “Y/N? Are you okay? Your last call had me worried sick!” 
“John,” you say, your voice trembling. “I need you to come over.” 
“I’m on my way,” John says, his voice filled with concern. “What’s going on?” 
“Everything’s fine,” you say, your voice shaking. “I just...I just need you here.” 
I lean in, my lips brushing against your ear. “Tell him you need help,” I whisper. “Tell him you’re in danger.” 
“I... I’m in danger,” you say into the phone, your voice cracking. “Please, John. Come now.” 
I smirk, my grip tightening on your wrist. “See, I told you it was a good idea,” I say, my voice low. “Now, let’s make sure we put on a good show for the great John Constantine.” 
I lean in, my lips finding yours. My kiss is hungry, possessive, as I dominate your mouth. I can feel your body respond to me, your heart racing in your chest. You want me, Y\N. You always have and always will. 
As I pull away, I can see the conflict in your eyes. You know you’re in trouble, but you can’t help but crave my touch. And I’ll make sure that’s all you crave for the rest of your life. 
Tears fall down your face as you try to resist again. “Kevin...don’t do that to me.” 
“What, Y/N?” I ask, my voice gentle. “Hurting you?” 
“No,” you say, your voice breaking. “Making me want you.” 
“It’s not my fault you’re a slave to your desires,” I say lowly. “It’s not my fault you can’t resist me.” 
“I don’t want to,” you say, your voice shaking. “I...I don’t want to want you.” 
“Liar,” I say, my eyes never leaving yours. “You know you’ve always wanted me.” 
I move closer, my lips brushing against your neck. “Just think about how good it feels,” I say, my voice soft. “How good it feels to be mine.” 
Your breathing quickens, your body responds to me even though you fight it. I can taste the salt on your skin, the evidence of your tears. It makes me harden, knowing I have this kind of power over you. 
“Do you want me, babe?” I ask, my voice deep. “Do you want me inside you?” 
Your breath hitches, your eyes locked on mine. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “Yes, please.” 
I grin, my eyes sparkling with triumph. “Then let’s give you exactly what you want.” 
I undress you, reveling in your naked body. As I take you, I can hear John knocking on the door. But it’s too late for him. I’m already deep inside you, claiming you as mine. 
As I thrust harder, I can hear his voice outside, shouting your name. But I ignore it, focusing solely on your cries of pleasure. This is ours. Ours alone. “Scream louder, hoe. Let him hear you getting fucked by me.” 
I smirk darkly as I watch you sob and struggle to keep quiet. 
“Quiet?” I say, my voice mocking. “Are you trying to protect your pathetic lover?” 
“No,” you say, your voice breaking. “I just...I can’t.” 
“Can’t or won’t?” I ask coldly. “Don’t think you can hide from me, Y/N. I know every inch of your body. Every reaction. Every desire.” 
“I...can’t help it,” you say, your voice trembling. “It feels too good.” 
“That’s because it’s meant to,” I say lowly. “I’m the one who knows your body best. No one else can compare.” 
I thrust harder, feeling you clench around me. You’re so wet, so ready for me. And I’ll make sure you stay that way forever. 
As you reach your peak, I can hear John banging on the door. But it’s too late for him. You’re mine, completely and utterly. You’re mine, and no one else will ever satisfy you like I do. 
“Come for me, baby,” I say roughly. “Let me hear you scream.” 
You do, your body arching beneath me. Your screams fill the room, filling John’s ears. As I finish, I can’t help but smile. He’ll never replace me. Never. Not in your heart or in your bed. “You see, darling? There’s no one else for you but me.” 
A/N: Flopped?
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vibesssurfer · 3 days
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yes i dig the music and the gestures too😄
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discoscoob · 2 days
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Has anyone done this yet? You’re divorcing Donnie (for obvious reasons) and Kevin is your lawyer 😌
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rosiettasworld · 2 days
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men who are lana del rey
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