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toreii · 1 year

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Glorious Masquerade spoilers #12

Idia’s Group - Star☆Team

We begin with Ruggie saying that they completed their tasks, and were efficiently able to spend their time. Silver asks what to do next since they still have free time until the meet up. Suddenly, they hear a strange noise. Ruggie wonders what that sound is. They look over at Idia, chugging a drink from the sound of it.😆

Idia excitedly exclaims he’s coming back to life, and Ruggie asks him about the drink. Idia explains that it’s a juice that uses a lot of grapes, and is a specialty of the City of Flowers. Ruggie scowls, grudgingly saying that Idia only bought the juice for himself even though they’re all in the same group. Made a jab at Idia being the oldest third year in their group too. So, Idia-senpai, you should have really shared.😂

Idia takes insult to Ruggie’s statement saying he can’t blame him. Idia adds that unlike everyone, he has no physical strength, so his fatigue is really high. So, he replenished with that sugary drink before he collapsed. Otherwise, he’d be in trouble if he fainted, and was left there. Silver says that the juice looks very delicious, and that he also was feeling thirsty. Rook also agrees, and tells everyone they should go buy the drinks together.

A familiar voice excitedly shouts out that they are also thirsty. Idia, feeling those monster cat senses tingling, looks behind him to see Grim, Trein, and Yuu approaching. I think Idia is the only one who gets so excited to see Grim😂

As usual, Trein was worried about the members of Star☆Team, but he’s relieved to see them doing their work so well together. Idia is like “Well, about that…” And Ruggie adds that it’s only for that day. But Silver…precious Silver🥲 Silver tells Trein he was just about to buy the juice Idia-senpai showed him. Trein is like “That’s great. The grapes from the City of Flowers are delicious.” He tells Yuu they should also try it, and tells the group that they will follow.

Idia brings everyone to the shop where he bought the juice from. He explains that you could buy whole grapes and eat them, or have them made into a juice to drink. Whichever way, it’s a gift from the City of Flowers that “makes you want to pick up even the ones that have fallen”. According to the sign. I guess what Idia and the sign are saying is that there’s no wasting these grapes.

Rook points out how they sell baskets of grapes inside the shop. Ruggie comments on how ordinary people choke on the seeds, but he chews and eats everything. (Um…I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat grape seeds, Ruggie.) Grim is undecided if he wants whole grapes or juice. He asks Yuu what they’re going to get. I had Yuu say whole grapes. Ruggie says he gets it. Solid foods take longer to digest, and tend to stay in the stomach. So, he also wants to eat whole grapes.

Rook tells Ruggie he’s wild. He asks Ruggie to show him how he chews the grape seeds with his teeth because he’s interested. (What? Excuse me?!) Ruggie feels embarrassed, and tells Rook not to mind him.🤣

Anyways, Grim is still debating on which item to get even after hearing Yuu’s answer. Trein says he willing to pay, but his position doesn’t allow him to show favoritism. So, it wouldn’t be right to treat one and not all. He tells Grim to use the allowance he got from Crowley carefully. Which only makes Grim cry.

Fortunately, Rook-senpai very kindly offers to pay for the juniors. Of course, Ruggie is thrilled to hear this. He’s all for it. Idia feels so compelled after Rook’s generosity, so he too offers to chip in as their senior. But, Rook asks him if he put Idia on the spot since they are in the same grade. Rook says this is just his way of thanking the members for spending time together. And, that only ends up making Idia feel more compelled to also show his generosity. He tells Rook he’ll give him half of the money for the juice. Hearing that, Rook thanks him.

Grim is excited that he’ll get to try both products. Yuu thanks Rook and Idia. Silver is obliged by their thoughtfulness. Trein agrees that both Idia and Rook are very considerate. He thanks them for being kind senpais. Ruggie also thanks them saying they’re the best seniors.

Grim finally tries the juice, and says it’s yummy, sweet, and tangy. Silver adds that the richness of the juice goes down his throat. He comments that it’s more flavorful as a juice. Rook also says that even the grapes themselves are richly flavored and satisfying. Ruggie comments that it’s the first time he’s had sweet grapes. Idia says the shop owner explained there is a vineyard nearby.

Trein adds that the grapes are a specialty of the City of Flowers. It is also useful as a souvenir for close people. People are still working hard every day to improve the taste, and make more delicious grapes. Grim is excited at the thought of eating more grapes on their next visit. Ruggie notes that Grim is quick to return. Grim says the grapes were very delicious and he’s satisfied.

Anyways, Trein says it’s time to go. He needs to check on the other groups. Rooj thanks him, Yuu, and Grim for the fun company. Silver sees them off. Off to the side, Idia thinks about letting Ortho also try the grapes the next time. To me, it seems like Idia hasn’t given up in bringing his little brother back to life. Or, at least, find a way to let Ortho be as normal as possible.

Moving on, Ruggie asks what they should do next. They can still keep eating if they wanted to. Silver wants to return his senpais’s kindness. Whatever they want, he will find it. Rook asks if he can help him find a souvenir for everyone. Idia wonders if he’ll be able to survive being surrounded by these positive characters.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #glorious masquerade

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aegonsbrittlecrown · 1 year

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people who have opinions about book vs show alicent, kindly chime in

the other day i ran into a debate where a person said that they disliked alicent in the show as opposed to the book, because she was stripped of power and agency and was only there to be tossed around and manipulated by men and many of her actions from the book were given to otto hightower. while i realise that this is true to a degree and i appreciate that to some ppl the book version of alicent might be more appealing, i also think that it is important to look at the story the show's narrative is trying to tell. to me, personally, show!alicent is more memorable and relatable because i never found her suffering gratuitous and her character is a narrative tool for transgenerational trauma among other things. female power is shown to be power only in name in her and rhaenyra's case as well, and as she struggles through expectations real and imagined, she, in the end, helps uphold the system that wronged and keeps on wronging her. to me, the narrative doesn't shame or punish her, she serves as a foil to rhaenyra's character and rhaenyra serves as alicent's because both are women trying to assert their power in their own, very different ways, and in the end they are just the two sides of the same coin. their tragedy is that their circumstances and their own ego keeps them apart because if they united, they could truly bring along some change. i feel like alicent's character (and rhaenyra's) is a commentary and a warning for girls and women that rather than going against each other, we should support one other because that's how we will achieve stuff. lastly, i also think that horrible things should be portrayed in media in order to be able to have a discussion about them and i know this is where disagreements spring up. but to me house of the dragon managed to heal a lot of the mistakes of game of thrones where violence and sex were often gratuitous, unlike in hotd where i found that every scene with sex and violence served a narrative purpose.

but please if you think otherwise, feel free to add to this post, I'm genuinely curious

#hotd #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf

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leshyyx · 2 years

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My very quick response to the inappropriate ghost content anons

This was a bit rambly, sorry! <33

First off, I want to remind people of boundaries, they are incredibly important and unfortunately there are some people in the fan base that need to learn their importance. The people behind these masks are not the characters they portray, Tobias is not Copia or any other rendition of his papa characters, Sodo is not Dew etc. Do not treat these people as if they are a character in your fanfiction and do not sexualise the actual bandmates.

Now, onto the debate of sexualising the band. I’ll be using this interview, kindly posted by Slav, but I am sure there are plenty more interviews around that will say similar things - https://slavghoul.tumblr.com/post/613320424009433088/from-decibel-magazine-100-february-2013-the

The band Ghost is inherently sexual, from their lyrics to their stage performances, it’s been entangled in the band since the start - just look at the lyrics of songs like Jigolo Har Megiddo or Stand by Him or the live performances where Cardinal Copia has been known to tell the crowd that he is going to line them up in the parking lot and fuck everyone. From the interview I posted above, you can see that Ghost used to have a Tumblr back in the old days, I’m unsure if it was run by the band or a fan-run one but they were aware of it, where they would reblog pornographic drawings of the ghouls and Papa and the ghoul speaking is very much in favour of that content. With all of this, as well as I’m sure there are probably even more interviews where either Special or Tobias has spoken positively about sexual content surrounding Ghost, I’m unsure why we would have to stop posting and/or delete content you deem inappropriate.

My suggestion to the people who are asking others to delete inappropriate content of the band is to cater your online experience to your own tastes, you should simply block accounts that share content that you do not wish to see. If anyone would like to speak about this topic further with me, feel free to dm me or if there’s anything that you think should be added, feel free to reblog it and add more.

#ghostbc #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band

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stargazer-sims · 1 year

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Male Sim Dump!

As promised, here are a handful of male sims for you to add to your game, if you so choose.

The last time I did a sim dump, I received some pretty nasty messages and comments about it (and I debated whether or not I even wanted to do another one), so please be gentle. If you don't like them, that’s totally okay; all I ask, if that’s the case, is that you’d please kindly scroll past.

If you do like them... ENJOY!

~ ABOUT ~

In case you can't read the font, from top to bottom:

Langston

Tatsuya

Mackenzie

Sanjit

Ki-Yeon

Aubrey

Each of these guys are packaged individually, so you can either pick which one(s) you want or download them all, if you choose. They're all in the same SimFileShare folder, so there is only one link, but you'll see individual downloads when you get there.

None of them have surnames; they're all just "Sim Dump". Their pronouns and sexuality/romantic preferences are not set. All their aspirations and traits are randomized as well, and I have absolutely no idea what they're wearing beyond what they've got on in these CAS photos.

Feel free to rename them, dress & restyle them, change their aspirations, traits, gender, etc. Basically, do what you like and have fun with them!

I'd love to see them, if you use them in your game, but it's absolutely not a requirement. If you'd like to show me, though, feel free to give me a mention.

DOWNLOAD THEM HERE (SFS, free, no ads)

#made by sapphire #sim dump #ts4 sims #ts4 male sims #sims 4 male sim dump #stargazersims

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torchickentacos · 1 year

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ok this has actually been bothering me for a while. Note that everythign I say is my own opinion and while I do think what I have to say holds merit, I do not claim to be an expert in any field I am mentioning here and if you see innacuracies in my statement, feel free to kindly let me know in a reblog and I'll reblog the corrected version. When we discuss ai art, (usage of the word art being left to open ended interpretation and debate since that isn't my point at all), I wish we could kind of section off the areas of artificial intelliegence we're actually talking about and SAY ai ART or ai WRITING instead of ai as a whole (though I understand its shorthand usage, that leads to conflation of it as a whole). Because AI, while very questionable in its usages right now, is more than art and writing.

AI is the screen reader I use in classes to help me read. AI is eye trackers people use for computers when they're immobile. AI is google add-ons that block certain things for visually sensitive people like epileptics. AI is medical pattern collecting and identifying in at-risk populations (which does have implications which I will mention more later). AI is auto captioning services, though they kind of suck half the time and give you very funny but innacurate youtube subtitles (shoutout to 'palkia you son of a bitch', though I think it's edited). It's voice commands for devices for people with limited hand mobility.

I am NOT an AI bootlicker asskisser whatever. I have opinions on ai art and artist ownership, but here's the thing: we can't condemn the term ai in its entirety when it's been such a huge acessibility thing. We can't immediately see someone use the word ai and immediately put them down as a crypto finance nft ai art bro. because GOD i hate nft bro ai whatever nonsense, the people who steal artist's work to put through their algorithms and create copies of it, but ai is also used for so much more and I feel like the current climate around ai is very pinpointed negatively at one aspect of it, but brings down other helpful aspects of it in the process of pointing out the very valid flaws with it. So, if someone skims this and sees me saying 'hey, can we please use some nuance here', I'm just waiting for the 'why are you on their side, ai is terrible, it steals from artists' or 'why do you hate ai, stop being a sjw whateverthefuck' thing when my entire point here is that we need to be able to separate what we're actually talking about here in a meaningful way. You can condemn negative parts of ai that are genuinely concerning for creative folk everywhere WHICH I FUCKING AGREE WITH while also saying that we need to be mindful of the fact that AI also means screen readers, translators, epileptic flash blocker add-ons, and so many other things, and by condemning anyone who uses ai as a whole you are bringing down SO many people with that in the area of effect of your sweeping statements.

TLDR the internet is doing that 'you're either with us or against us' thing and as usual it's marginalized communities, disabled people this time, being used as talking points and what-ifs on both sides instead of our actual input being valued as people who do use other forms of ai.

And we can talk about aspects of accessibility and medical ai in a nuanced way, too. there's definite data collecting implications in medical use of ai and machine learning. There's definite demographic collection and pattern recognition that can be used by medical professionals to misattribute things with more of a focus on data and statistics rather than on how medical statistics are skewed by sociological factors. (for instance, are southern 'people of walmart' rednecks all fat, or is it more in line with impoverished rural communities and food deserts leading to a link in demographic and weight?) There's negativity and hesitation and issues in all branches of AI and this isn't saying medical use AI is perfect because honestly, I'd argue there's more to be worried about with that than creatively used ai. BUT my point stands: you cannot use the term AI as an immediate marker for who's a bad person for supporting it and who isn't, because they very well may support ai as accessibility and condemn ai as an art tool.

#probs going to have to delete this later

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attractivesteaminghunkofflesh69 · 2 months

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About Me

Okay, so, I’m gonna go ahead and do this, I’ve been procrastinating for too long lol.

Facts about me:

• I was born in Hawaii

• I’m in my early 20s (minors and ageless will not be interacted with, I’ll try and be better about that)

****forgot to mention, it only applies to my askbox. Minors, while not entirely rounded out, still need to be included in conversations that affect them, and need to be treated with respect. That being said, not all conversations need to include minors, seeing as many may be nsfw, and not for them to be interacted with. I’m not your mother, I can’t tell you what to do, but I will ask kindly to not interact with certain posts I tag as nmf, or not minor friendly. I do not condone any form of harassment of minors, and those who do will immediately be blocked****

• I am proudly bisexual, but I really hate the parts of the lgbtq+ community that think it’s okay to harass someone based on their orientation/gender identity/how they identify. Examples being biphobic pansexuals, or panphobic bisexuals. Or anyone who is queer but hates/is prejudiced to other orientations. We are on different boats in the same ocean, no need to be a dick 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

• I stand with Palestine. Zionists and ‘debaters’ will be blocked and reported. Free Palestine 🇵🇸

• I am open to questions/suggestions for writing prompts, but it may take a bit, seeing as I mostly run this blog on my phone, and I *really* hate typing. Typing is my mortal enemy. Also, if you just wanna chat, I’m an easily bored individual, and can’t afford my ADHD medication (‘Murica) so I’m alright with that too. Again, ageless, minors, bots and debaters will be blocked.

• I am in a multitude of fandoms, including CoD and LoZ, I play them quite often, and I will easily talk for hours over my recent hyperfixations. My favorite movie is Coraline, and The Three Robbers. While I’m not active, per se, I do enjoy most fandoms, and I will also talk to people about those as well!

• My favorite artists are Hozier, Noah Kahan, Sparky Deathcap, Le Tigre, and lots of others. • I was once extremely suicidal. I have a history of self harm, suicide attempts, and suicidal ideation. I’m 2 years clean, and happier than ever. I’m so grateful to everyone who helped me through all that, because I truly was not in the right headspace. I do have trauma associated with being admitted to psychiatric wards, along with doctors I should probably have sued for malpractice, but y’know, whatever.

• I love who I am, and I will not change. I am also atheist, so any mentions of religion will be deleted!

• this blog will be mostly Palestine related, but every now and then I’ll post about my life. I am a firm believer that awareness is action.

• Figured I should add this one as well, I’m Irish, have red hair, and short compared to my friends. I am your local leprechaun, feel free to stop by and get your Irish blessings 🍀🌈🧚🏻‍♂️ (this is a joke, oh my god I hate being called a leprechaun)

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pepper-up-potion · 3 years

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Another and Another... (George Weasley x fem!reader)

summary: A lazy Sunday morning where reader and George cuddle in bed.

warnings: none, I don’t think. maybe reader has some little self love issues but it’s really just fluff.

Word count: 754

A/n: not me taking something I wrote in a love letter to my boyfriend. Obviously, it's very self-indulgent haha. Someone asked me if I was making a part 2 to my humour me fic, I think this might be it... it accidentally happened. You don’t have to have read my humour me fic to understand this one tho.

(Y/n) and George are tangled in George’s bed. It’s late Sunday morning. Everyone else in the dorm room has started their day. After much debate, George successfully convinced (y/n) to take the day off.

They’ve been laying in bed for hours. Neither of them has spoken for a while. George is rubbing circles on (y/n)’s upper back as she runs her hand through his hair. There’s a warm glow peeking through the crack between the curtains.

(Y/n) moves from George’s hair to the freckles on his chest. She starts to count them in a whisper. George’s chest rises and falls as he laughs lightly. She looks up at him as he cups her cheek.

“I love you.” He says. (Y/n) props herself up on her elbow. “What did I do?” She asks confused.

George retracts his hand from her face and turns so they are properly facing. He shrugs a little “Just thought it was cute the way you were counting my freckles. The way you scrunch your nose when there’s a cluster of freckles in the same place making it harder to count is possibly one of my favourite things. ”

She looks at him a little puzzled. “You love me because I count your freckles?” She deadpans. George simply nods. Of course (y/n) loves George for a bunch of simple things but she never thought that transferred to her as well.

After a beat he adds “of course that’s not the only reason. I also love you when you hold my index finger rather than my whole hand.” (Y/n) tilts her head. “I do that?” She asks perplexed. He chuckles a little pointing to their linked hands with his free one. To her surprise, she’s holding his index finger rather than his whole hand. She feels her cheeks go hot. “I didn’t know I did that.” She mumbles. “I think it’s cute.” George shoots her an adoring smile.

They fall quiet once more. Minutes pass and soon she's nuzzled into his chest once more as he starts rubbing new circles on her back. She hums approvingly before planting a kiss on his chest. He stops rubbing her back long enough to kiss her on the forehead.

“You know the moments when it’s just you and me?” She asks, face still hidden in his chest. “Cuddling in your bed or walking on the grounds or when we take one of the boats on the lake and we talk about everything and anything?” She continues before getting an answer from George. He hums as an encouragement to continue.

“Those are the moment where I feel the freest. Free in the sense that there are no expectations, no pressures, or doubts. Those are the moments where I think I understand why you love me. Those raw and sincere moments where I’m myself and not what I think others want me to be. Those are the moments where I love myself most. You help me be my true self.” She pulls away from his chest and finally looks him in the eyes. “That’s why I love you.” She finishes.

George’s breath hitches as his eyes widen. She’s pretty sure his eyes have glossed over with tears but she doesn’t mention it. They remain quiet, holding each other’s soft gaze. A moment later George cups (y/n)’s cheek. She leans into it closing her eyes as she feels herself relax into the touch.

He strokes his thumb along her warm cheek. She looks to him again as he finally speaks. “Not that this was a competition or anything but you definitely won.” He says.

(Y/n) beams at him proudly. He cannot help but display his own wide smile. “Would you like a kiss as a conciliation prize?” She teases. George laughs lightly as he pushes a strand of her hair out of her face. “Yes please.” He says smiling once more.

She tips her head to connect their lips. They kiss for a long time. They’re soft and tender kisses. There’s no lust to their kisses, they’re more loving and gentle. She tangles her hands in his hair, sometimes rubbing circles in the nape of his neck. He slowly runs his hands up and down her back. It’s very fitting with the calm and laid-back morning they are having.

George is the first to pull away. (Y/n) chases his lips wishing to fall back in the trance of kissing. “Merlin I love you.” He murmurs. (Y/n) smiles before kindly pulling him back for another kiss and another and another...

#george weasley #george weasley blurb #george x y/n #george wealsey x reader #george imagine #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley imagine

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buildacatboy · 3 years

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heres why i think engie fanon is objectively wrong

So basically, the Engineer is one of the the three defense classes in Team Fortress 2 and tends to be subjected to Woobification a lot, people view him as kindly and polite and someone who greatly cares about his team.

While I do think he does care somewhat for his team, as all team members generally care about one another to a degree that they’re not trying to kill each other outside of their jobs about half the time in the comics, I think the assumption that he’s not a mean man is wrong.

first of all, HAVE YOU EVER EVEN PLAYED OR SEEN SOMEONE PLAY THE ENGINEER IN TF2?

Now, don’t get me wrong, the Engineer has a LOT of friendly lines to teammates, he offers to buy people beers and even tells them he’s proud of them-- but have you seen his non-friendly lines?

For example, it is implied that he may have a Napoleon complex or perhaps even a God complex if not both, and you can tell this mainly through lines you hear in the game itself. I’ll drop a few examples here with links to the actual voice lines themselves.

"I am a god!"

"I'm a killer of men, doc. That is the God's-honest truth."

"I'm wolverine-mean, you son of a bitch."

"I just beat on your sneaky ass like a mule, boy!"

"I'm done playin' games with you, boy."

Despite what you may think, the Engineer finds himself to be quite menacing. Also, I would like to mention, his main melee voiceline is "Take it like a man, shorty." which is hilarious given the fact that he is the shortest man out of all the mercenaries, further feeding into the idea of a napoleon complex. He’s very joyful and laughs a lot on the battlefield at death, which is kind of worrying regardless of whether or not he’s got a napoleon complex, just because he’s.. he’s not the one playing a video game? Ah?

As well as this, he’s canonically close friends with what most people would call the evilest character among the mercenaries, Doctor Ludwig Humboldt, otherwise known as Medic. MEDIC!

That’s not for no goddamn reason, the Engineer is more than fine with doing brutal and horrific experiments on people in the name of science and he simply found someone to do them with! The main difference between him and Medic is that he’s a lot better at hiding his inherent madness than Medic is, and a lot of people in the fandom friggin buy his nonsense!

Though I’m sure if he wasn’t wearing his dorky goggles and hard hat all the time, people would be less inclined to buy it, because quite frankly, the Engineer without his goggles is a god damn nightmare. In the comics it looks fine, amazing even, but have you ever seen it in-game?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Ironically, the only other mercenary with a look scarier than that is Medic’s “Evil Grin” that’s actually just his normal smile.

And I’m sorry but a lot of people tend to forget what actually happened in the comics? Sniper was fully willing to merc Demo and Ms.Pauling, Sniper DID end up dying, and Engie was COMPLETELY ABSENT! Now you could argue that this wasn’t necessarily his choice, but the point remains that he’s more loyal to the Administrator than his friends to the point of very possibly knowing about letting them ‘die’. Not to mention that he either does know that he’s missing a soul (AND DOESN’T CARE???) or willingly let his friends throw themselves at certain death while he was missing in action attending to the administrator-- contracts just mean more to him. I mean, unless of course when Medic was talking about having 9 souls in total, he was counting Miss Pauling and not Engie which is also pretty likely but that’s a debate for another day entirely, dear god.

I’m sure there’s more points I’m forgetting here, but I’ll add on later if I remember anything. Feel free to have discourse below.

#tf2 #engineer #rant #essay #Scopophobia #Scopophobia tw

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otp-holic · 3 years

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Will this be the night? (ALSO IN A03)

A random piece of online advertising unleashes some movie memories of a Summer afternoon in 1932

1.5 Ks Fanfic + Pictures Inside. Part of the Never let us lose what we have gained series (AO3) Silly drabble born from my love of classic movies... that ended up not having anything to do with classic movies.

BROOKLYN'S KING'S THEATRE

Poster for Cary Grant's Retrospective. Printed paper 2025.

A poster for the upcoming month long celebration of the movies of Cary Grant to be held in Brooklyn.

Bucky is not expecting a vivid memory of the past to jump at him from a piece of online location-targeted promotion popping on his phone as he and Steve are wandering around the neighborhood on a random Friday.

But the 21st century works in mysterious ways and Google is kindly inviting him to check “Cary Grant: A Celebration”, a month-long chronological retrospective of all his movies taking place at a nearby hipster cinema starting… in half an hour.

He beams as a long string of memories of the both of them in different afternoons and movies plays in his head; how they counted the cents for the admission price, and how Bucky learned to sneak into the movie every time that did not add up to two full tickets.

“Buck, you’ve been smiling at your phone in silence for a whole minute,” Steve interrupts his daydreaming. “Should I be jealous? Worried?”

“Sorry,” he answers, still smiling about the memories. “I think I’m leaving you for Google, they see inside my one hundred years old soul; But I might give you another chance if you don’t mind a change of plans for the afternoon.”

“Lead the way, but can you give me some heads up?” Steve chuckles, more than used to Bucky’s ways.

He takes Steve’s hand to direct them towards the movie theatre and thinks about how much information he wants to share.

Although he is the one who still relies on the comfort of 30s and 40s movies whereas Steve keeps getting bolder with his options, Steve has always loved Cary Grant and Bucky thinks he’s going to appreciate his choice since this particular movie has a history (sad history, maybe) for them, so he debates on whether to tell him or not.

“We are going to the movies. But the real ones, not that shit on Netflix you keep choosing,” he settles for half-disclosure.

“Damn, mister life in black and white strikes again. Embrace the 21st century, Barnes, I think you’ll like it!”, Steve laughs.

“Hey, I embrace it more than you do! At least I look the part of a mid-thirties man from it instead of a fifty-year-old hiding in fucking khakis. Albeit a very hot one, I’ll give you that.”

They both laugh. It’s not the first time these remarks fly between them and having a routine, running jokes, and running pet peeves is very soothing after everything they have gone through.

They’re getting closer to the cinema now, and Bucky can already see the Billboard announcing the retrospective and a small queue forming upfront. He takes a side look at Steve to see if he has noticed and he can certainly tell that his curiosity has peaked.

“Surprise! Call it a win-win, it might be up my alley, but you used to love Cary Grant movies,” Bucky smiles as they reach their place in the queue and glance at the program for the afternoon.

‘This is the Night (1932)’, the poster says, ‘Cary Grant's feature film debut on the big screen’

Bucky is deep in nostalgia, remembering a summer day of 32 when they were waiting in line for the same film and how the evening turned out, but when he looks in search of his partner’s reaction, it’s not what he expected at all.

“Steve, you ok?” he asks, worried at seeing Steve frozen in place.

Steve nods. His whole face is deep red, but at least he is responsive. He looks ashamed and Bucky is shifting from worried to curious.

“Jesus, this movie,…” he chuckles now.

“You seem to remember, then. I thought you might.”

It was not a happy memory: Steve had felt really ill halfway through, looking white as a sheet of paper and about to die on Bucky. They had to leave the unfinished movie and run home, as per Steve’s request. But as far as Bucky remembers, nothing to be ashamed of.

“Why are you acting weird? Oh my god, Steven, are you allergic to this movie?”

The silence before Steve answers is a little too long and the queue moves forward.

“Shit, this is not easy to say and I’m sorry in advance.”

“Duly noted, but could you try to explain? I’m lost and I didn’t expect a full-on confession of something to be sorry about when I decided to follow Google’s intelligent advice to an unfinished movie. I just thought it was a good excuse for a change of plans. And kind of closure.”

Steve takes a breath and starts talking.

“I wasn’t honest with you, Buck. Back then…” he stops, searching for words, nervously musing on his beard. “Ah, I cannot believe this hasn’t come up at some point, but there it goes. I absolutely lied to you that day: I wasn’t sick or half dying and I am very very guilty of using my poor health to run away from that place and that movie, but I did the only thingI could think of.”

Bucky is at a loss for words, he’s still deciding if he is angry, curious, or somewhere in between.

“But… but you were feverish and white as a ghost and you said you had palpitations!”

Steve seems to think for a moment again and the bastard laughs so loud they get a curious look from the people behind. And taking advantage of the queue moving up again, he gets really really close to Bucky who honestly thinks he’s going to try to kiss himself out of the situation since it’s a bulletproof strategy.

But he doesn’t: He goes for Bucky’s ear instead, and whispers.

“I had a boner like you wouldn’t believe.”

Bucky gasps loudly totally taken aback while Steve takes a step back and looks at him in the eye more amused and hungry than ashamed, but still blushing.

“But hey, not all lies! I was somehow sick. And pale since my blood was… otherwise occupied. And I was barely 14!”

Bucky laughs at the dork. His dork. But the information is still making its way into his brain.

“Oh my God,” he exclaims as it starts to settle, “You piece of shit, you pulled the poor sick child card when you were just plain horny. I was worried to my bones as we run to your home. Shame on you Rogers!”

“Me? It was your fucking fault! Yours and Cary Grant’s and your stupid grins and stupid chins, those clefts!” he’s screaming in whispers so Steve Rogers’ teenage boner doesn’t make it to the news, but he’s talking as if he was pronouncing an important speech to the UN, “What was a 14-year-old in the fucking 30s popping one upon seeing an actor who kind of looked like a very tall version of his very male best friend to do?”

He is about to say something, but Steve literally covers his mouth with one hand giving Bucky no other option but to stick his tongue and lick the palm.

“Gross, Buck. I’m not done!”, he dries his hand on Buckys’ shirt before he goes on. “I’m not done because as I was still processing all that, you kept brushing your goddamned hand with mine when you went for popcorn! Over and over and over. It was torture. I have palpitations now just thinking about it.”

Bucky full-on laughs. One of those real ones that come more and more lately and that he honestly thought he would never get to experience again.

They have reached the box office, so he doesn’t push it further. For now.

“Two tickets for `This is the Night´, please.” Bucky smiles at the box-office guy. “He is paying, tho. I paid last time we tried to see this one and he didn’t have the decency to stay until the end.”

He actually feels like a teen as Steve takes his hand into the theatre, as he very intentionally buys popcorn to share, and as they start full-on making out on their seats during the commercials once the lights are out.

“Wanna know another secret, Buck?” Steve whispers a few minutes later, eyes on the starting movie as he brushes Bucky’s hand with intention over the popcorn bucket. His flustered face and recently kissed lips bathed by dancing lights and shadows coming from the screen. “It’s a good thing we were already together in ‘38 when “Bringing up baby” came out because I was able to plan ahead and lure you into that memorable window fuck at our old apartment before the show, or we would have totally missed one of our favorite movies, too.”

Bucky hates Steve with the force of the universe. Or maybe not, but he’s not playing clean.

“Raincheck on the movie?” he manages to whisper back as he drives Steve’s hand to his already noticeable hard-on. Two can play this game.

“Oh, poor Buck. Do you have palpitations” Steve chuckles, lips wet on Bucky’s ear and gripping harder on his bulge instead of letting go. “Was that the memory of the window fuck? Or all the making out? Tell me so I don’t do it again.”

“You are a punk, Steve Rogers,” Bucky answers before standing up to leave, closely followed by a smiling Steve.

Argh, sorry for deleting and uploading again, but i had technical issues with this.... so here it goes again. I need to free myself from this one!

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jonesyjonesyjonesy · 3 years

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heyyy, this is my first ask ever on this page so I'm not exactly sure how to start this, so ill just get right to it from one jonesy/zeppelin stan to another.

Robert apparently wrote Carouselambra about him being frustrated with Jonesy and Jimmy not being there for him after his son karac passed away,,, the song itself is great inho, it's my favorite off of ittod besides in the evening. The situation was tragic enough on it own, but it also put a huge strain on the relationships between the band members, it seems like. I can't pretend I know a whole lot about that part of their history in particular, just wanted to hear your take on it.

Hello my dear!! Welcome to my asks! I hope it is a cozy and pleasant experience. You are always welcome, no matter how inane, as I myself am the queen of inanity (I'm claiming it here and now folks).

^^ look at these boys in their 30s (36, 34, and almost 32 respectively, dear god)

In Through the Out Door is generally pretty fascinating. 'Carouselambra' in and of itself I think is one of those tracks that if it had been deeper into the canon (as if Zep had been able to make more albums), it would have been openly considered a masterpiece. That's actually how I feel about the whole album, but...instead, it causes consternation.

The track itself is one of my favorites as well. It's like Space Jam but everyone's on drugs and having a midlife crisis and WOW it's good. The actual inspiration for the track, as you say, I think was a combination of the highs and lows of Zeppelin and this includes Karac's death and the aftermath. 'Carouselambra' was originally called 'The Epic' -- I like to imagine the epic poetry it was being likened too and if epic poetry was still written and consumed the way we consume Homer and Virgil, that Zeppelin would be a perfect candidate. 'Tales of Brave Ulysses' could never.

The general consensus is that 'The Epic' was renamed 'Carouselambra' because that's what being in Zeppelin was like. Around and around on this gaudy mechanical and in the process these tragic things were happening and you only got fast glances at them or missed out on important things. And in the case of Karac, I'm sure Robert was grappling with the fact he just wasn't around (and I believe he's said as much).

This culminating with Jonesy and Jimmle not being at the funeral, which at the time, Robert had apparently said to Richard Cole, “Maybe they don’t have as much respect for me as I do for them. Maybe they’re not the friends I thought they were.”

Which is understandable! I mean, anyone that close to you dying, let alone a child. You would want your friends there (...if Robert considered Jonesy a "friend" to me is debatable considering his supposed tongue-in-cheek offer to Lita Ford to be the bassist for Zep in '77, but I'm just a bitter Jonesy stan (and I have plenty of theories and ideas about the Jones/Plant dynamic)). From what I've read, Jonesy was on family holiday, I imagine continuing with Maureen and the girls in the RV they rented for the second leg of the '77 tour -- he stole away after the Oakland debacle and drove it up to Seattle (this is from a glancing in Mick Wall's When Giants Walked the Earth, which I'm currently reading). Can that man get any more precious? And Jimmy was...Jimmy, heroin and all, although he's been quoted saying "We were all mates. We had to give the man some space.”

Potentially illustrating this, Robert commented on this in 2005: “The other guys were [from] the South [of England] and didn’t have the same type of social etiquette that we have up here in the North that could actually bridge that uncomfortable chasm with all the sensitivities required … to console.”

By ITTOD, though, we have our "relatively clean" camp friends Jones and Robert leading the charge and, I hope, having some good heart to hearts and enjoying each others' company. I really do wish we had more from that time, of that dynamic because I think it's a really interesting blip on the timeline given their distance mostly (I believe Robert said in 1971 that he had just started becoming friends with Jonesy, which I don't find hard to believe considering their opposite natures).

And then you get 'Carouselambra', all the nonsense and the mayhem boiled down into "why the fuck are we doing this"-edness. The kids are getting older, the tour is now a slog, and now you've got back pain. Kind of a sad carousel at the end of the day. “The whole story of Led Zeppelin in its latter years is in that song, and I can’t hear the words," Plant said, regarding how his voice is mixed lower than the keyboard in the first half. And there they were, in their 30s, and punk was on the rise and let's be honest, rock n' roll has never been a "middle years" kind of game.

But TO ME, that adds to the theatricality, to the idea that everything WAS getting lost and muddled. It's a brilliant, most likely unanticipated homage in my mind and Led Zeppelin WAS theatrical for as much as it was about the music, it was about the mythos and fable as well.

As a side note, I really hate how ITTOD is talked about for the most part as this like "lame keyboard album" when in fact, if Zeppelin had continued, it would serve as an LZ III/HotH vibe to me in that they could do whatever they want so they did and wow it was great. That's just my opinion, though, and I can definitely chalk it up to bias and also my love for Jonesy's post-Zeppelin work that really showcased just how fucking marvelous he is.

oh my god this got so long how did this get so long

This is just my take...I'm sure many people would be ready to contest what I have to say and that's just fine. 'Southbound Saurez' is one of my favorite Zep tracks and I stand by it.

I hope this was worth the time, lovely. Thank you for appearing in the asks and I hope you return someday. It was really lovely to take a journey into the more "academic" side of Zep...turns out I know quite a bit and I'm pretty good at rustling through the interwebs to find all the quotes I wanted to locate!

Feel free to correct me or engage in discourse kindly. I don't have time for negativity, I just turned 26 after all.

let it be known this is literally 950 words

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willowbird · 3 years

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Aah I need more smiling and laughing Andrew from you now please!!! I'll be happy with anything you want to do with that! 💜💜

We ALL need more smiling and laughing Andrew in our lives. It's just too purr. 😉

I hope you enjoy!

(Also, I’m like -- SUPER sorry this took so long to finish even though it’s just a lil drabble. I hope it was worth the wait!!)

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Dan checked her watch for the third time and frowned. "Jesus, where the hell are those two? We're gonna miss our reservation if we have to wait for them much longer."

Their family had been spread to the winds for years at this point, but they still managed to get together once a year for some sort of a reunion. This year they were back in Palmetto the week before Christmas (something they tried to do every other year around the holidays). Half of them had arrived in town last night and the rest only this morning, but they’d spent most of the day itself imposing on Wymack and Abby (who had finally moved in together).

It had been a good time and though Abby had offered to cook for them, Dan had insisted that the whole team treat Abby and Wymack to dinner at a nice restaurant. Considering how many of them there were, the celebratory nature of the visit, and the general rowdiness of their group, it had been decided that the lot of them would carpool with Neil, Renee, and Kevin as the DDs.

Renee and Kevin had already driven off with their allotted passengers, so now Dan and Matt were left waiting for Andrew and Neil to finish getting ready or whatever the fuck they were doing.

“We won’t miss our reservation,” Matt assured with a chuckle, nudging her. “Miss out on the breadsticks? Well, that’s more likely...”

“Fuck that.” Dan was not missing out on breadsticks so that Andrew and Neil could get in a quickie before dinner. With that decided, she whirled on her heel and charged back into the house. She instinctively angled for the hallway that lead down to the guest bedrooms, intending to make as much noise as possible as she tromped down the hallway so as to alert them of her approach. She was less concerned about getting stabbed these days as she was about seeing parts of her friends that she really, really did not need to see.

Not that Andrew and Neil were grossly all over each other now or anything, but the years seemed to have softened the both of them. It was no longer shocking to see them holding hands or leaning casually against each other. They traded easy, casual kisses in greeting and simple affection just like the rest of the couples -- though there was still this... weight to every interaction between Andrew and Neil that spoke of how hard-earned those simple, casual expressions of affection were for the pair.

Dan didn’t begrudge them that. On the contrary, it warmed her heart every single time she caught one of those tiny actions of easy love and affection out of the corner of her eye.

Accidentally walking into the wrong guest room and catching Andrew pinning Neil against the wall, both of them barely dressed, was an entirely other matter and Dan was never going to be able to scrub that image or the sound of the way Neil was fucking moaning out of her damn mind.

Yeah. She was officially scarred for life.

So, while she was done waiting for them she was also not willing to add more trauma to her already considerable payload. She took a deep breath and prepared to start shouting and stomping when soft sounds coming from the den caught her attention. Now, if it had only been the little meows and scrabbles of kittens playing that would not have made her pause. After all -- the whole team had spent about four hours straight this afternoon going positively gaga over the adorable little fuzzballs. Nancy, Abby and Wymack’s recent rescue cat turned out to be pregnant when they adopted her -- which they hadn’t realized at the time. Now they had a little bundle of kittens taking up space in the living room. Wymack had already tried to pass them out like candy to the rest of the team but no one had bitten.

Well, that wasn’t true -- Nicky had wanted to take the whole litter, but Erik had kindly and calmly told him ‘no’ in such an effective way Nicky had dropped the subject with little more than a bit of pouting.

So if it were just that, she wouldn’t have paused.

No, it was the quiet murmuring that bubbled over the kitten sounds that drew her attention. Dan cut off her shout before she could utter it and pivoted smoothly, heading instead for the den. She slowed her steps as she approached, holding her breath so the sound of her breathing wouldn’t smother what she could now make out to be words.

“We have plenty of space.”

“Drew, while you aren’t wrong -- I don’t think that five kittens is the best way to start a family.”

“Because you are such an expert.”

“Drew.”

A sigh. “Three then.”

“What, not going to try for four?”

Andrew -- because it had to be Andrew, even though Dan was struggling to compute this particular conversation with Andrew ‘The Monster’ Minyard -- snorted in affront. “And leave just one all by itself? Don’t be stupid.”

Neil, because again -- it had to be Neil -- chuckled. “We are not taking three kittens home with us, Drew.”

There was a long silence and Dan risked peaking around the edge of the doorframe. Andrew Minyard was sitting on the floor with his back against the armchair, mostly facing away from the door and absolutely covered with kittens. One was on his shoulder, two were wrestling between his folded legs, and he was holding the other two against his chest, his face turned down as he nuzzled the little fuzzballs, all while glaring at Neil over the top of their furry heads. Well, Dan assumed he was glaring. She couldn’t actually see enough of his face to gauge his expression, but even covered with kittens this was still Andrew ‘I Wear Fucking Knives Everywhere’ Minyard, so she felt it was a safe enough assumption.

Then again, she could see most of Neil’s face, and he was looking at Andrew with an expression that Dan had no other description for other than “abject adoration”. So who knew, maybe Andrew was smiling gently and...

Yeah, no probably not.

Neil sighed, and Dan knew that sound. It was the sound of a man too much in love to say ‘no’ to whatever his partner wanted. Of a person too much in love to say ‘no’ to their love’s request, actually -- because she knew that she’d made that sound more than once regarding Matt.

“Alright, fine. But not three. Two. Two kittens. That way they won’t be alone and might be somewhat manageable.”

Dan thought that Neil was in for a rude awakening if he really thought that any number of cats were ‘manageable’, but she’d let him figure that out for himself. She could tell that Andrew was debating an argument, but he ultimately shrugged -- which she supposed was an agreement. Then he handed one of the kittens in his hands to Neil and gently scooped the one off his shoulder and added it to the squirming fluff-pile in his lap.

Neil held up the kitten and studied it, then his face broke into a wide, bright smile as the little black poof reached out and batted at his nose with the sweetest little squeak. The sound must have drawn the attention of the other kittens because they suddenly all turned their attention to Neil and launched a less-than-coordinated assault, even the one in Andrew’s hands squirming free to jump onto Neil. Neil barked out a laugh in surprise and jumped, ending up on his back as the kittens overran him and took him for their own.

With a sound that Dan didn’t really understand, Andrew pushed up to his knees and crawled around to be able to lean over Neil’s head as the kittens tussled and romped all over his partner. This change in angle allowed Dan to see Andrew’s face, and then her brain sort of caught up with her ears and she realized that she did know that sound -- because Andrew was making it again. He was laughing. It wasn’t a big laugh, not bright or rapid or voluminous. It was small, and soft, but there was a rich, deep quality to it that sang with genuine affection as he smiled down at Neil.

“See? I still say we should take all five. They are already a well-formed strike team.” Andrew. It was Andrew ‘I Eat Strikers For Breakfast’ Minyard saying those words. Smiling softly down at Neil. Chuckling as he reached out and brushed just his thumb over the tiny head of a fuzzy black and gray kitten.

“Two,” Neil said again, but Dan wondered exactly how firm he was going to be able to remain on that point with the way he was looking up at Andrew. “We can convince Aaron to take the other three then set up play-dates.”

Andrew laughed again, a quiet dance of sound between barely-curved lips. His eyes were still on the kittens. “Aaron would not know what to do with a cat.”

“Neither do I.”

Andrew looked down at Neil then and his expression lost the smile but became... so much more intimate that Dan almost looked away. “No,” he said. “But you have me.”

Dan’s chest tightened and she had to physically lift a hand to cover her mouth. She could feel the imprint of her own smile against her fingertips.

“Yes or no, Drew?”

“Yes.”

Dan turned away as Andrew leaned down to kiss Neil, slipping quietly down the hall to rejoin Matt. Maybe they could afford to be a little late to dinner.

#asks #anon #aftg #aftg fanfic #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #smiling andrew minyard #laughing andrew minyard #andreil in love #andreil with cats #kittens #pov dan wilds #100 asks #so sorry this took so INCREDIBLY LONG #I hope it was worth the wait!

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 04 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.7 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Holding What Isn't His

Leaving the hospital is great. You feel like you're seeing the city for the first time because, in a way, you are. Keanu keeps the small talk as he drives, telling you about your schedules with the doctors. You'll be going to the hospital a lot, but you rather go there than staying.

Once you get to the house, you can't help but look around. The night has already fallen, but you know that the many glass walls will allow the light to come in during the day. Carrying your bag, Keanu gives you a quick tour through the first floor before guiding you upstairs. He's silent now, but you don't want to ask why. There are four bedrooms and a huge balcony. The view is amazing too, and you can't believe you live here.

“This is our bedroom,” Keanu says as he opens a door. Peaking inside, you see an amazing bedroom. A king-size bed is placed between two windows that reach from floor to ceiling. On the left side, a balcony with a sliding door. There's a small lounge on the corner, with a couch, an armchair, and a TV. You stand by the door, not sure if you should step further inside. “The house is new, so we're still working on the decoration.”

“It looks nice to me.” You mutter, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“All of your stuff is here, but you can sleep in the guest room if that will make you feel more comfortable.”

Oh. You haven't thought about that. “Uhm... I don't know.” It would be weird to sleep with Keanu, but you don't want him to be sad or anything. “I don't want you to think that I don't want to be with you, I just–”

“Hey, listen.” He puts the bag down and comes to stand before you. Keanu is very tall, and he towers over you. Raising your head to look at him, you sigh. “This is about you. I'll be happy as long as you're comfortable. So do what you have to do, alright?"

Taking a deep breath, you nod, looking down. Shyly, with your stomach burning a little, you take his hand. You're don't know where the gesture comes from, but you just need him to know you're here... And you need to know he's here too. “Just for a few days, I... I just need a while to get used to everything.”

“Take your time.” His thumb caresses the back of your hand, and it makes you smile a little. “It's a little late. You should get some rest.”

“Yeah.” You had dinner at the hospital, and it's almost ten. Nodding you run a hand through your hair. “Can I take a shower first? I don't know where any of my stuff is so...”

“Let me show you.” And so he does.

Keanu has a closet, and your stuff occupies half of it. He walks you around it, and you pick an old baggy shirt and sweatpants before heading to the bathroom. Keanu assures you can use his, and you decide not to refuse the offer. He kindly helps you settle down in the guest room when you're done, telling you to call him if you need anything. But, after lingering for some minutes, he leaves, turning the lights off before closing the door.

Surrounded by darkness, you lie on your side, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. Sleep does come easier this time, knowing you're home. But you wake up a while later, eyes on the digital clock finding it's two in the morning. You do try to fall asleep again, but this time your mind won't let you. You're tired, exhausted even, of trying to remember. You want so bad to remember Keanu. To remember the plans you made for the baby, the time you've shared. This isn't fair to anyone. Not even to the life growing inside you. You can't help but blame yourself a little for putting an unborn child through such an accident, even though Keanu told you it wasn't your fault some crazy driver came speeding through the road. And, on top of all that, you might just be depriving Keanu of enjoying the pregnancy. You don't remember who you were before, or what you believed in, but you know this is something to be appreciated by both parts.

“Damn it.” You complain tossing around and sighing with the sudden need to eat something, you're not sure what. Trying to keep your mind still, eyes shut, you pull one of the pillows and hug it. But soon enough you're beyond frustrated, eyes rolling as you push yourself up, stopping for just a moment to wait for the dizziness to pass.

Tiptoeing, you walk through the hall, using the walls to guide you through the darkness since you don't know the place at all. Finding the kitchen is also a challenge since you don't want to turn any lights on until you get there. But when you reach the kitchen, you can't find the freaking switch, but you do manage to find the fridge, pulling the door open. Your eyes welcome the light, but you blink a little until you get used to it. Something in you says you shouldn't be opening his fridge like this, but this is your home, right? Maybe you're just overthinking.

“There gotta be something.” Mumbling you glance at your stomach, a small smile crossing your lips. “Is you, isn't it? You want some sugar.” You ask the baby, focusing your attention on the fridge again, scanning through it, trying to find anything you'd want to eat.

“Everything alright?” The voice comes with the lights being turned on, and you jump a little, pushing the fridge door closed. Turning on your heels, a hand on your heart, you find Keanu with an apologetic look. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.”

“It's alright, I was just looking for something sweet to eat, Uhm... The baby wants what it wants.” Shrugging your shoulders, you walk to the kitchen island, blushing a little, not sure why though.

“Did you find anything?” He asks, moving to stand across from you.

Shyly, you shake your head no. “I didn't, but I'm alright. I'm not hungry. It's just... Hormones, I think.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't do much grocery shopping while you were at the hospital, but I'll fix it.” He gives you a look you can't read. “I'll go get you something. There are a lot of stores opened twenty-four hours.”

“No, please.” You burst out, quickly walking around the island to reach Keanu when he starts walking to the living room. Grabbing his forearm, you succeed to make him stop. “You don't have to, really. I told you, I'm not hungry. You don't have to go out there in the middle of the night just because I'm having cravings.”

“Of course I have to.” He turns to face you completely, and you give a tiny step back just to have a better look at him. “Just tell me what you want. I'll put on a jacket and get going.”

“Please, Ke. I mean it, you don't have to.” When you realize the way you called him, you immediately look down, feeling heat spreading through your cheeks.

“I'm going. So you can either tell me what you want or I'll have to get creative and try to find out.” He says after a while of silence. But despite the ultimatum, he's voice is soft.

“I'm coming too then.” You quickly decide, crossing your arms and looking back at him, putting a face that means you won't change your mind. “And that's not debatable.” You add.

Despite the darkness, you see a smile playing on his lips.

Keanu doesn't complain, and half an hour later you're seating shotgun in his car in this grocery store parking lot, taking the piece of vanilla pie he bought you, with strawberries on top. Using a plastic fork, you start eating, your body immediately grateful for the shot of sugar. Or maybe it's just your head, but it is delicious.

“Do you want some?” Turning your body towards him, you fold a leg underneath you.

“No, thank you.” Keanu smiles, shaking his head lightly.

“Are you sure?” Taking one of the strawberries, you bite it, sucking on your thumb when you notice you got some frosting on it.

“I am.” He assures you, starting the car again. Sitting back straight and buckling up, you focus on your pie, watching the city lights passing through the window. “Remember when I told you about how our marriage was a secret? That we wanted to keep it private for as long as we could?”

“I do.” Nodding, you finish the pie, laying the empty plastic box on your lap. Keanu told you that at the hospital. He's a public figure, and you agreed on keeping your relationship only to yourselves. “Why?”

“People will know now. The news are already spreading ever since I took you to the hospital.” He glances at you. “I just wanted you to know. It won't be a secret anymore.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you turn your attention back at the window. “I'm a little dizzy.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair.

“Do you need me to stop?”

“No, I'm alright.” Closing your eyes, you try to focus on anything else than your sick stomach. Or the headache.

“Do you want to hold my hand?” The offer gets you by surprise, eyes opening to look at Keanu. You can't help but wonder if you usually hold hands as he drives, or if he's just trying to help you feel better.

After a few seconds considering it, you nod, quickly taking his hand. Intertwining your fingers with his, you breathe in deeply, the free hand laying on your stomach. “So... We should watch some of your movies.” Trying to distract yourself, you bring up the subject.

“Sure.” He stops by the red light, taking the time to look at you. “There's Matrix. It's about a programmer who is faced with the fact that his reality is controlled.” The light turns green and you start moving again. “There's John Wick. He's an assassin and this guy kills his dog so he starts hunting him down.”

“Who would kill a dog?”

Keanu chuckles, taking a turn left. “You'll like it.”

“Yeah. We should watch it... Together, I mean.” Quickly, you add, wondering if that's something he'd like to do. “When you have time, of course.”

“You're my priority now,” Keanu says, thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I took some time from the company I work at, so I'll be around a lot.”

“Alright.” Smiling, you nod.

You're almost falling asleep when the car stops, but you manage to push the door open and get out of the car. Keanu offers help, but you politely decline. He walks you to your room anyway, waiting until you lie down.

The night goes by faster after that, and the sunlight on your face is what bugs you enough to make you turn around, pulling the blankets over your head. But you're already awake, and hungry, so you just lie there for a few minutes before deciding to get up. It's funny how the first thing you think about every morning when you wake up is the child inside your belly. Caressing your still flat stomach, you smile. “Hi there, baby.” You whisper, wondering if he or she can hear you. “Why don't we... Why don't we go see if your daddy is awake?” Voice still weak, you blush to yourself to say such a thing, even in the privacy of your room. How could you do that? Get Keanu's eyes and marry him? He's not only handsome, but he has proven to be kind, caring, and loving. He's amazing.

Walking down the hall, you're about to knock on Keanu's bedroom door when you hear a noise downstairs and an awesome smell reaches you. It doesn't take much to you recognize it's bacon. He can't be making bacon, because it doesn't matter if you don't remember anything, you know a morning with bacon is perfect. Quickly, you go straight to the kitchen, stopping by the open area, observing Keanu from a distance. He is making bacon and something else, skilfully moving through the kitchen. But when he turns around, he spots you, raising his eyebrows. “Hey.” You mutter, smiling, and walking over him.

“Hi, beautiful,” Keanu says, and the pet name makes you blush. Placing both plates down, you see what he made. Waffles and bacon, a dish that looks a little more complicated than you thought. “Made you something nice.”

“It smells absolutely amazing.” Feeling timid suddenly, you lean against the countertop. “What do we do when we wake up?”

“What do you mean?” Keanu asks, taking both plates and gesturing for you to follow him to the square wooden table he has in the kitchen.

“Uhm... Do we just wake up and...” Running a hand through your hair, you don't really know why you brought it up. It just felt a little cold. “I don't know. Do we just say ‘hi’ and that's it?” Watching as he puts both plates down, you awkwardly stand beside him.

Keanu looks down at you, those dark eyes making you stand up a little straighter, involuntary moving just a bit closer. “We usually hug.” He says after some seconds of silence.

The idea makes you smile. Waking up and hugging your husband, surrounded by this amazing smell in such a beautiful morning. “Let's hug then.” You give the idea, but you don't move, unsure if he'll even want to do that. Maybe, just maybe, Keanu feels like you're a stranger too. You may look like his wife, but only on the outside. Inside, everything is gone. This thought makes your heart sink, and you step back, looking down with some tears starting to pool in your eyes. “I-I'm sorry, I just thought that... Nevermind.” You're turning around, seeking a chair to seat when you feel Keanu gently grabbing your arm.

“Come here.” He calls in a low voice, delicately pulling you into his open arms.

You collapse against his chest, trying hard not to cry. Hugging his midsection, you can't help but notice how smaller you are compared to him. But this makes you feel safe, secure. Allowing his heartbeat to calm you down, you take a deep breath, the pain in your chest fading away. You don't want to let go, but you know you'll have to in a while. You can't just hold on to Keanu forever, and this is supposed to be just a good morning hug.

He's been lying to her for a while now, on a regular basis. About why people didn't know about her, about why they still haven't chosen the baby's room. And now, he just said they use to hug. They don't.

As Keanu has his arms around her, embracing, holding the girl tightly against him, he can't help but curse himself. He wishes this could be real. Maybe, in completely different circumstances or another reality. But not here. She's still (Y/N), and he's still just looking after her. Making her feel safe, so her child will be safe too. Her child alone, not his.

A single sob escapes her lips as he rubs her back softly. He doesn't want to let go, but he knows he has to. (Y/N) isn't his, it doesn't matter how much Keanu wishes it could be different. But for now, he's willing to be what she needs. To hug her every morning. Keanu's mind is moving faster than ever, too many conflicting thoughts racing through. But right now, just for this brief moment, he'll let all those things go. He'll just hold her.

It takes a while, but (Y/N) moves, stepping back and raising her head to look into his eyes. Keanu swears he loses himself in her for a moment, like he's drowning. She smiles, sighing, wiping off a tear that rolled down.

“Well, good morning.” She mumbles, a small smile crossing her lips. Keanu reluctantly let go, gesturing for her to sit and that's what she does.

He can't help but smile too, all the way through breakfast. He answers her questions, taking in her face, lit up by the morning light coming through the windows. His heart is full like it has never been before. How could a woman he met only a while ago make him feel this way? It's insane, yet, Keanu doesn't want to feel any different.

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