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valentinxd · 12 days
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Wholeheartedly agree. ❤️
I'm gonna say it.
It's unhinged to assume that someone's taste in fiction equates to what they believe is moral or good, or is something they want to see or experience in real life.
That is a bonkers assumption to make.
I'm tired of humoring people with long arguments about it when the simple fact is it is a totally fucking absurd reach to accuse someone who enjoys something in fiction of being in favor of it in real life.
I'm tired of pretending like this is a legitimate position to hold-- that they should be afraid of fiction's dire influence on a reader's moral decay or that it's a sign of what the author secretly wants for realsies in real life.
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valentinxd · 14 days
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YOU POOR THING
WIP Here is a sneak peak 😘
Helen and John now have you and Winston is afraid this little game of theirs will spiral..
If there was one thing Winston could do was send you away in hopes that the world who hated the Wicks wouldn’t find their way to you. Of course, this only lasted so long as it became a game for the divorced couple, now all four of you were seated in the New York Continental bar and all you could do was drink your beer and sit in silence.
John Wick was a skilled hitman as you found out, in fact so very skilled that he was a little to damn good at his job and became the most feared of them all.
It didn’t help that he married Helen Moynahan, mostly known as Helen Wick - a powerful woman in the underground who fought, kiss, killed, and burned her way to the top only then to obtain a husband.
Either way Winston thought he could help you, at least save you since both of them were a little too preoccupied in their game. It was a slippery slope straight into obsession and outdoing the other as you now were seated at the bar while both of them sat behind you at a table discussing things as Winston demanded.
Helen only smiled coyly playing with her drink and John only stared back with the same stoic and unreadable nature he was known for, despite the blood on his face.
While you swiveled around in your bar stool, anxious as all hell you immediately turned back around as you saw three men clean up three dead bodies and broken glass. You must have had a reaction because the poor bartender slid you a shot glass full of tequila.
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valentinxd · 14 days
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There are a lot of Keanu's works on youtube
Night Heat (1985) season 1 ep 1 and 2
One Step Away (1985)
Youngblood (1986)
Flying (1986)
Young Again (1986)
Act of Vegeance (1986)
Babes in Toyland (1986)
Under the Influence (1986)
The Brotherhood of Justice (1987)
The Prince of Pennsylvania (1988)
Life Under Water (1989)
Tune in Tomorrow (1990)
Freaked (1993)
👀👀❤️❤️ thank you 🙏
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valentinxd · 14 days
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What I am working on:
Part 2 and Prequel of Maybe in Another Universe
Part 2 of being in a love triangle with Mob Boss!Helen and Hitman!John
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valentinxd · 14 days
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Imagine working in a coffee shop and being a ray of sunshine…
“Do you understand the position you’re in?” Winston asked. Clearly not. You absolutely had no idea what you got yourself into.
“You have two of the most feared people in the underground vying for your affection.”
You were still trying to process the fact that two of your regulars in the coffee shop had a thing for you, let alone were extremely powerful people.
“That’s a little awkward considering their past relationship.” You try to use humor to cope. You had no idea that two of what you assumed were the sweetest people in the world had a thing for you. Or that they were married.
“Imagine my position dear y/n, these two are staying in my hotel bickering about who would get to you first.” Winston eyed you.
“What did you say they did again?” You knew he shouldn’t tell you, but considering the fact you had to go into hiding soon he would let this slip.
“John Wick is a hitman and his ex wife Helen is a powerful leader in the crime syndicate.”
(I just needed an excuse for reader to work in a place where these two could interact with her on a daily or weekly basis)
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valentinxd · 15 days
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I’m an avid perfume collector and I recently purchased this perfume called “Wish You Were Here.” And I would like to imagine delusional!Stalker!John purposely assuming you wear it for him.
Warning: yandere john who’s obsession with fem reader is a little delusional.
Imagine Delusional!Stalker!John who is convinced you are leaving him signs that you know he’s been in your apartment by having that perfume out. He finds it sweet.
He notices when you leaves clothing out on the floor or the bed, especially the red bra you know he just loves so much. Now you’re teasing him.
Of course when you leave notes to yourself or write down random ideas or thoughts for your next project he assumes it’s for him. Why wouldn’t it be? You know he’s there. Right?
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valentinxd · 15 days
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MAYBE IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE
Prompt: You happen to be an actress in John Wick 3 and had made small appearances in the first two movies, with minimal roles. Now having a small part in the third installment of the famous franchise you get to spend some time with your co-star who is a little too much in character....
Reader has blonde hair and is nicknamed Barbie
Pairing: Keanu Reeves? x Female Reader
Warnings: I also took a bit of freedom and changed bits of the movie for my own purpose. bit yandere behavior, age gap, slight stalking, reader is 29 and Keanu is 55. author is a filmmaker and knows a little too much about how the film world is so I apologize for it. Not proofread
Note: this is my first time posting on this blog but I had another one years ago writing other fanfics but I finally caved and wanted to join this cute little group of babes in the keanuverse. I love reading your work and I enjoy looking for more <3
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You were 20 years old when you landed a role in John Wick. You had heard of the name as the comics were circulated among your friends in college and the actor who was attached to it. Keanu Reeves. A long-time crush and fan of his work you pursued acting with hopes of paying off your school and instead found yourself falling in love with it. Despite your family’s concern you traded in your anatomy books of veterinary medicine to the latest stage plays as you devoured words and changed identities. You were a natural.
You had a few small roles here and there, then after a part in a feature film did one of the department heads recommend you to a casting director looking for extras for a new action flick. You accepted it as you were kind to everyone you met which got you jobs easier.
The part you played was small, in the first movie you would be an extra in the Continental Hotel - a hit woman who sat in the lobby and was seen again in the bar, no lines, easy.
Your first day of shooting you were swept away by the glamor of Hollywood magic and several coffees from the crafty table as you were dressed, pressed, and sparkled. Your first role was to sit in a chair and read a book. it didn’t help that you were nervous as it was going to be a long day with multiple scenes. You were in the lobby with a prop suitcase and dressed in a simple dark but stylish outfit as required for your role and making sure you didn’t stand out from the star of the film.
When the director called action and sound was rolling did your heart hammer in your chest, in walked Keanu Reeves in full character and you did everything in power to do as you were told, yet you didn’t stop yourself from stealing a small glance or two.
You were surprised you were allowed to do so but since it was the scene where the famous hitman returned after five long years it went unnoticed, well almost unnoticed. Despite his lines with his costar you could feel someone staring and when you looked up from your book did you see Keanu Reeves staring directly at you, with what appeared to be a saddened expression. Your face was red as you did your best to ignore whatever was going on and stay professional, but your inner fangirl was screaming.
You went through the second scene a few days later and while in the crowd of the dimly lit bar you were chatting with an extra as you were all told to “chat and mingle” to seem realistic. This time Keanu had passed by you with the camera following as he went though his blocking and he once again looked at you with a very intense stare.
You assumed he was just in character, and for the few moments you had for the first two movies were small did they leave some sort of impact on the fans.
Each scene Keanu had passed you or looked your way fans picked up on that and immediately speculated theories and who your character was to the famous Baba Yaga. This prompted the writers to get you a smaller part in the third movie, which meant your two measly scenes of standing and sitting meant a fully fleshed out character and it meant interacting with Keanu Reeves.
You spent the next week freaking out and jumping up and down excited and giddy. You were so focused on your career that you put the thought of meeting your celebrity crush on the back burner.
John Wick 3 was in full swing and you were now near thirty. Almost a full decade had passed since you were first cast and the franchise held a special place in your heart and almost seemed like a second home. You had garnered a few more small roles in local tv shows and and even a few episodes of Euphoria. You recently got a small part in a horror movie filming later on that year as it dragged in production hell but right now you were starting your first major role, even if it was a small part.
You were an assassin given the nickname Barbie who was notorious for costumes and makeup being able to disguise yourself as anyone and anything - within human limits. Your character, despite knowing the risks helped John Wick escape certain peril and ends up crashing with your character while you tend to his wounds and help him escape, unfortunately, this comes at the cost of Barbie’s life as she is supposed to be gunned down.
Yet two weeks before filming you were given a new script, you could tell the director and producer were having a time, whatever was going on they were exhausted and both upset.
“Here’s your new call sheet and script, ignore scene 3 page 9 line 52 please I havent had time to print it.” The assistant was clearly just as exhausted and it made you worry.
“You doing okay?” You ask taking a drink from your water and he shakes his head.
“Cast and Crew shouldn’t be doing each other’s job babe.” The assistant had been an industry staple for decades.
“Who’s making changes?” You ask and he looks around as if a ghost was near while he fiddled with your script.
“America’s sweetheart Reeves, he’s very adamant on some changes. But you didn’t hear shit from me.” He said, “Gus! Where the hell are those apple boxes?!” He turned and stormed off just as Keanu entered the room with the director and cinematographer. You immediately felt small and insecure as you stood with three very powerful men.
You spent a good hour going over lines, body language and what went where. Finally the crew was in place and your start to a career as an actor was just beginning...
“And action.” The director called and you swallowed.
“Thanks for helping me back there.” Keanu, now in character stated quietly. “But you shouldn’t have done that.”
The fake blood looked real as you were bent over a shirtless Keanu stitching up his wound. The art department did a good job as it all looked real.
“Yeah well, you helped me out a time or two, who knew that mob king was into costume design?” You say in character. Both of you continued to go through the scene, his dark eyes never leaving your form.
He sat up and when you turned you two were face to face, you knew his character was deeply devoted to Helen and you knew that in the second movie it was hinted that he had some sort of arrangement with Gianna but never was it mentioned that John Wick had a soft spot for Barbie.
“You’re young and new.” His dark eyes studied you and you were sure those words had another deeper meaning that only he would know.
“Are you saying I’m not now?” You smack his shoulder earning a wince from him as you hit the fake wound.
“Not what I meant Barbie.” He grunted as you profusely apologized.
“You could die for this.” He said, still as close to you as he dared. You could tell by the small movements his hands made, the way his eyes only focused on you, how he spoke, it was softer and gentle.
You wondered if his character was just being kind to a young girl trapped in a dark world like he was but those fan theories you read late in the night didn’t quell your curiosity as you rewatched both movies picking up on his change. You had limited contact with this guy and were an anomaly to his stoic persona for some reason.
“I’m used to being elusive, old man.” You twirl a lock of blond hair and he tilted his head only slightly with a smile.
“Yeah.”
You both got through the scene before having to go to hair and makeup for the fake blood, this was the part you were going to be taken out and your character despite how small she was you found yourself grieving a bit for her. Barbie had a fully fleshed-out story, life and history that the writers created and you added on. You were surprised at how invested they were for even a minor character.
You got done with wardrobe and headed to set when the lights went out. The stage was quiet and you saw flashlights and a generator kick on the storm lights.
You heard the director yell about a power outage as crew rushed around trying to figure out a solution fast. As you walked in the dark with your phone as a light someone grabbed your arm.
“Are you alright?” You heard the soft voice of Keanu Reeves as he reached out to grab you.
“Jesus you scared me!” Your heart pounding in your chest.
“Sorry about that, just didn’t want you trip over some wires.” You noticed a small bundle of cables on the floor and were surprised they were just out in the open until you realized you were in a crew area and wandered too far in the dark.
“Come on let’s get you somewhere wire free.” He joked as he led you toward a dressing room. It was empty save for a few costumes and scripts. It was eerie being a semi dark room and then seeing your reflection, the makeup team did an outstanding job with the fake blood and it didn’t feel sticky or gross, but you sweating did ruin a bit of the carefully applied spatter.
“Mr. Reeves why did you bring me here?” This was roughly the first time you two were talking, outside of the normal greeting and asking if you were okay did you find yourself alone with him.
“Just wanted you safe is all.”
“I think I’ll be okay from a few cables and the lights should be on soon.” You reply with a smile and he tilted his head, a little too much like John Wick.
“It might be awhile.” He stated, you swore you saw a change in his facial expression and you chalked it up to his years of experience.
“Is this a normal occurrence?” You asked fidgeting with the costume ring you were wearing.
“Not like this, this gives me enough time.” He stated so casually and you looked up a bit surprised.
“Please tell me you’re joking?” You had hoped with how he was acting but you had realized you never met the Keanu Reeves the internet gushed over, the sweet bass playing single man who loved dogs and motorcycles.
This Keanu was a little different. A little too much like his smart and skilled character.
“You take method acting a little too far.” You said, attempting as a joke but more in a bit of fear.
“Oh?” He put his hands in his pockets and there was a realization that maybe you weren’t talking to a sane person.
“Yeah, you seem a little too invested in this character.” You state, “Have you thought of maybe not being John Wick for a few minutes?"
The man before you studied you with an intensity you had only seen on a screen, the same intensity John Wick only had. He stood and grabbed you by the arm and yanked you close to him. You gasped and cried out in protest but his hardened gaze silenced you.
“I didn’t get this far to watch you die again.” He said.
“Die again?” You were still trying to process his actions and if he had anything to do with the power outage.
“I’m not letting this universe dictate my life and I’m sure as hell not letting you go.” He used his jacket sleeve to wipe away the fake blood and crush be dammed your costar was nuts.
“I don’t think so.” You try to pull away, “Listen I have no idea what the hell you’re going on about with your other universe bullshit but people will notice we’re missing and -“ Before you could finish your sentence a rag was shoved in your face and you soon collapsed against your costar.
Once the power was back on the crew spent the remainder of the day looking for you as a very confused Keanu Reeves was found in a locked room. He couldn’t say exactly who locked him in there only that he was sure the person looked a bit too much like his own reflection...
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valentinxd · 15 days
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hello there
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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 | 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 | 𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 - 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 ♥️ 💄
𝟑𝟎 | 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟓 + 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚���𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤
masterlist tbh
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