#keanu is my birthday twin

[frances-baby-houseman]

keanu + winona

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Today's Celebrity crush is Keanue Reeves. If anyone's wondering no I haven't watched any John wick movies but I will eventuallyyyy. Just cause Keanue Reeves is a hottie and I love him😻 Also he's apparently gonna voice shadow in the new sonic movie🤭. I just love the long dark hair w/ a beard combo guys😔⁉️ Also me and him have the same birthday so we're soulmates🥰

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Behind Closed Doors

Keanu Reeves x OFC (Emma Mathers)

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Warnings- tension, again.

When In Paris

The suite at the five star Parisian hotel was far more glamorous than anything Emma had ever experienced, and that was coming after an extensive flight spent on a private jet. The wonder in her eyes was unmatched, and by just looking at her face, Keanu could tell that their trip was her first time traveling in luxury. Something about the twinkle in her eyes made him want to see it more, he wanted to spoil Emma, just so he could hear that, melodic, breathless laugh that she'd emitted when they boarded the private jet, see the way her red painted lips parted in awe when they landed in magnificent Paris and be privy to the way her pretty eyes widened when they entered the suite.

Upon Miranda finding out that a new collaboration with a New York based cosmetic company would have her missing the premiere in Paris, Keanu had found himself breathing a sigh of relief. Partially because he didn't want to spend the trip, and by extension his birthday, tolerating Miranda's constant nitpicking of Emma's methods and the little insults she usually threw the girl's way. But there was another part of him, softer and more cautious about letting its intentions known, that insisted that he was actually relieved because no Miranda meant more time alone with Emma. Keanu knew that he shouldn't have been thinking like that, he was engaged and highly doubted that Matt and Poppy's nanny even returned his not-so-platonic feelings. She was young and would probably be repulsed by the idea of being tied down by a man his age, far less one with young children.

As Keanu settled into his room, the master bedroom right next to the slightly smaller room where the twins would be staying and directly across from Emma's room, he tried to push away the intrusive thoughts, only to be interrupted by none other than the subject of his wandering eyes. "Got a minute?" She smiled shyly, loosely gripping the knob of his ajar door.

"I could spare a few," he grinned brightly despite himself. For her, he'd carve time out of the busiest of schedules.

"Great," Emma blushed, noting the way his gaze roved her form, clad in a snug, white sweater and a simple pair of blue jeans, "The kids, they want to go out. I'd take them on my own, but I've never been here, and I wouldn't want to get lost." Glancing at the floor, she tucked an escaped strand behind her ear, and Keanu didn’t think he could put into words how much he wanted to be the one doing that; his thumb caressing her high cheek bone, her skin soft and warm to touch. “If you don’t have time, then-”

“No,” Keanu dropped the shirt he was holding back into the suitcase, walking around the foot of the king sized bed, collecting his leather jacket and scarf on his way towards Emma. He stopped closer to her than he should have, and with that proximity, she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze, “I have time, we could go for a walk and if I remember correctly there should be a great café about a block away. You’ll like it.”

Stunned, Emma blinked quickly, not expecting Keanu to be so readily on board the idea of going out mere hours after they’d gotten to the hotel. She had started to forget how much fun and how carefree he could be when Miranda wasn’t around and even if she knew that her opinion didn’t really matter in the scheme of things, Emma thought she preferred Keanu when he was alone.

Surprisingly, he led her towards the drawing room with his hand on the center of her back, almost weightless even as comforting warmth emanated from his palm. It was almost as if he wanted to touch her, though he knew he shouldn't.

Calling out to the kids, who came running excitedly, both still dressed to go out, Keanu swiped Emma’s camel coat from off the back of the grey, floral patterned cabriole sofa, helping her into it. His fingers brushed her shoulders through her sweater, electrifying her nerves, and when he absently passed his hands over her arms after it was on, Emma sucked in a breath, restraining herself from leaning into him, “Thank you,” she blushed, hoping he wouldn’t see it.

“Of course,” he hated having to take his hands off her and before he could stop himself, Keanu found himself wondering what it would be like if he were with Emma instead of Miranda, surely, he hadn’t known her for as long, but being with her came naturally, and as he watched her kneeling to get Poppy into her pink, fuzzy, petite coat, closing up the large plastic buttons at the front, Keanu couldn’t deny how purely familial it felt; just her, him and the children. No one moaning about how the children should stay back for the evening, telling Matt that he couldn’t wear blue on blue or making snide remarks in his ear about how the nanny was overstepping when she pecked the kids on their foreheads. Keanu liked it when Emma overstepped, when she cared for his children as if they were her own, when she lightened the mood with a joke told under her breath and when she’d, even if accidentally, showed her concern for his own wellbeing, as if he were more to her than just an employer. “Everyone ready?”

“Ready guys?” Emma turned the question to the twins as she slipped her cell into her nude colored shoulder purse, proceeding to stylishly wrap a floral scarf around her neck, adding a pop of color to her cool toned outfit. When they both nodded vigorously, bouncing in agreement, she offered her hand, giggling when Matt went for it, leaving Poppy with him, “Alright, then let's go, lead the way,” Emma beamed, turning to Keanu.

The café that Keanu had told Emma about was right where he remembered, and they were led to a table quickly by the young hostess; perk of being a celebrity. They were tucked cozily in the corner of the patio dining area, where their scenic surroundings were still visible; orange and yellow leaves peppering the sidewalk after having fallen from trees planted along the edges, while picturesque buildings on the other side of the worn brick street added to the view. A small platter of strawberries and cream macarons as well as orange and chocolate madeleines, along with two hot chocolates were enough to get Matt and Poppy settled for a while, talking and giggling amongst themselves. Emma was sitting across from him, occasionally slipping small forkfuls of French silk pie into her mouth as she drank in the beauty of city, “Do you like it?” Keanu interrupted her thoughts, just as she was setting her latte down, her cherry red lipstick lightly staining the delicate china.

“The coffee, the chocolate or Paris?” She held his gaze, tongue darting out ever so slightly to moisten her lips, just before she brought the silverware to her mouth again, a playful glimmer dancing in her eyes. She was so, so beautiful, and Keanu had caught himself staring a few too many times.

Smile still evident, he shifted around a sliver of his moose cake, the plate streaked with pink, white and brown, trying not to fumble on his words. Emma didn’t really make him nervous per say, it was quite the opposite actually, Keanu usually felt a comfort and ease around her that was absent in the company of most others, like she was simply encouraging him to be the best version of himself. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t long to be close to perfection in her eyes; say all the right things at the right times, impress her because even if she didn’t make him feel like he had to, Emma made him feel like she deserved it. “All of it, Paris, the chocolate, the coffee,” he quoted in reverse.

“Its…..perfect,” inhaling, a lone shiver ran through her, and she sipped her latte again, “I’ve actually never been out of the states, so this kind of feels…….magical.” There was a childlike sparkle in her expression, something Keanu hadn’t witnessed in anyone other than children in years, at his age, there weren’t many luxuries that he hadn’t yet experienced, and despite their two years together, Keanu had yet to see anything close to that on Miranda’s face. There was a time, within the first few months of them dating where he’d strove to impress her, going any lengths just so she’d be happy with him, but by the eighth or ninth month, it became a daunting, tiring task, and Miranda didn’t seem to care what he did, as long as it was up to her expensive tastes. Emma though, there was an air about her that made Keanu feel special, like he could give her the smallest thing and she’d just be in awe.

“You’ve never travelled?” Keanu frowned, his kids had been travelling with him since they were a year old, and at that point, he didn’t think they knew a life that didn’t involve leaving their home country at least twice a year.

She nodded, tearing her gaze from across the street and casting it back towards Keanu, “Nope, not out of the states,” embarrassed, Emma drew in a soft breath from the chilly autumn air, “First we couldn’t really afford it, but even when I got older, after my mom got us in a good place, she had to save so I could go the college. I don’t mind though,” straightening her back, Emma regained her quiet confidence, “I’ve got a lot of time for that.”

“You do,” Keanu agreed, bringing his espresso to his lips, blowing on the scaling beverage before taking a long sip, “I mean, one day you’re gonna be a famous designer and you’ll get to go wherever you want.”

Laughing quietly, Emma bent her head shyly, wispy dark strands falling over her face, having escaped from her high ponytail, “I don’t know about that,” she dismissed, “I mean, its gonna take a while before I even cement myself in the L.A. fashion scene, famous…..that’s something else. It’s a nice thought though.”

“Its a great reality too,” tentatively, he reached for her hand laid on the top of the wicker table, squeezing affectionately, before catching himself and reluctantly retracting, “I’ve seen some of what you can do, those dresses your made yourself, that purple tutu you made Pop for her recital last month, you can do this Em. I know it probably doesn't mean a lot coming from me, but I believe in you.”

“I,” she stumbled on her words, astonished by his faith in her, “It actually does mean a lot to me Keanu,” Emma dragged her lower lip through her teeth, and Keanu shifted in his chair, inhaling sharply, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he croaked, trying to slow his breaths. It was amazing how he could go from being wonderstruck by Emma to being turned on in just seconds. She was truly an enigma, one of a kind. “You know,” he huffed, hoping to change the topic and get them talking again to steer his thoughts away from anything too perverse, “This is my favorite, here, try it.” He offered her some of his cake on his fork, encouraging Emma to lean in. So much for going for something more innocent.

Hesitating, Emma eventually leaned over the table, letting Keanu feed her a bit of the cake, moaning in pleasure at its taste. She could easily see why it was his favorite, the raspberry, vanilla and dark chocolate all melded together in her mouth to create a symphony of flavor, each one complimenting the other perfectly as the moose melted on her tongue. “That’s amazing!” And at that, Poppy and Matt started cheering about how they wanted to try it too, their faces lighting up at how delightfully sweet the creamy desert was.

Dragging his lip through his teeth, Keanu chuckled as he looked on at Emma, “You have a little….” he gestured to the corner of his mouth, only laughing louder when Emma missed several times over. “Here,” he grabbed up his napkin, reaching over the table, “Let me,” dapping the corner of her lips, Keanu eyed the way her cheeks reddened and took a chance at carelessly brushing her skin with his thumb, his ragged breath matching hers. “Em…..” Knowing that the right thing would have meant pulling away wasn’t hard knowledge to come by, but knowing how to just be Emma’s friend and boss certainly was.

Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side and Emma’s blinking slowed, roughness of his touch so inviting that she wanted it to last forever. There was something at the tip of her lips, and Keanu yearned to know what it was, perhaps permission for his feelings, indication that she returned them, but alas, their moment was cut in half when Matt spotted a walking balloon vendor across the street, him and his sister protesting loudly, clamoring about how they wanted balloons. Immediately, Keanu pulled away, collecting his bearings and discarding the napkin, as Emma averted her stare, hoping to find anything more interesting. They’d come so close to crossing a line, and Keanu knew that had they kept going, he’d have hell to pay when he returned to L.A.

One Week Later The premiere had fallen exactly on Keanu’s birthday, which was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, him being gone for the day meant that Emma would have enough time to put her plan in action, but on the other, it also meant that by the time Keanu had gotten home, they kids were beat and borderline cranky. Thankfully though, Keanu had returned by half nine and neither Matt nor Poppy had fallen asleep in the cute little semi formal outfits Emma had dressed them in. As he’d walked in, flicking on the lights to illuminate the main room, looking tired and a little more down than she’d been expecting, Emma and the kids yelled excitedly, “Surprise!”

Shocked, Keanu jumped, holding his hand to his chest, speechless for a moment. Though, that, fortunately, didn’t last very long, “What is all this?” Second by second, a wide grin split his lips and his eyes scanned the room, landing on their set up on the coffee table; a layered cake, the one he’d mentioned as his favorite at the café, glasses along with a bottle of cider and a few presents, wrapped in cheerful paper with ribbons and bows adorning the top.

“It’s for you daddy!” Poppy was the first to run up to Keanu, grabbing his leg in a hug, followed only second later by Matt, who did the same. And just as he bent over, taking them into his ready arms, Emma stood from the sofa, not wanting to intrude on their moment, “Happy Birthday!” Kissing his cheek, Poppy, was sure to hug him as tightly as her little arms would allow.

“Happy Birthday daddy,” Matt followed suit, clinging to his father, playing with Keanu’s simple, black skinny tie as he hoisted them both on either side of his lips, “Do you like it? It was all Emma’s idea!”

“Well, I can’t take all the credit,” she admonished lightly when Keanu glanced to her, “I had a couple of excellent co planners,” tentatively, Emma finally approached them, her heels clicking quietly on the cream marble floors, “We just wanted to do something special for you.”

The warmth in his heart was reflected in his expression, and if his arms weren’t so full, he’d definitely lean in to pull Emma in a consuming hug, “Thank you,” it had been a while since anyone put that much effort into his birthday, the older he got, the less he’d want his family to do, and it went without saying that Miranda was never big on getting him anything more than a cushy present. In fact, usually, Keanu would be inclined to spend his birthday with just his children, watching movies with them on the sofa after a take out dinner. The quiet affairs never bothered him, he'd had enough parties and glitzy birthdays in his twenties and thirties, and was wholly ready to continue on with smaller, more intimate ones.

When he set the kids down, Keanu placed a hand on her elbow, still an arm's length away, leaning in to peck her cheek, "This is amazing, I can't tell you how much it means." When Keanu pulled away, despite his efforts not to stare, he found himself doing it anyway, absorbing the way her burnt orange sweater dress hugged every curve perfectly, boasting her legs when the hem cut off mid thigh. Her hair fell in voluminous waves down to the center of Emma’s back, framing her delicate features, and her simple, clean cut make-up accentuated her full lips and dark eyes. “And you,” Keanu stuttered, affectionately squeezed her elbow, “Look beautiful.”

Caught off guard, Emma blinked quickly, her deep burgundy lips moving to form words but never quite making it through any. “Oh!” A wider smile threatened to break through just as the apples of her cheeks unintentionally went red, “Thank you,” she took a step back and Keanu took that as a sign to reluctantly retract his touch. “Uh,” stuttering again, she looked around wildly, not really sure who’d done the initial overstepping but knowing that someone had to put an end to it, “Why don’t we sit? Yeah, you still have to blow out your candles and open your presents.”

“We can’t wait for you to see what we got you daddy!” Poppy jumped excitedly, a few raven strands escaping the braid Emma had put her hair in, falling over her face as she clapped small her hands. Without settling down in the slightest, she grabbed Keanu’s hand, the size of hers almost muted by his larger, rougher one as Poppy pulled her father towards the sofa, urging him to sit before hopping into his lap. Looking on, Emma offered her hand to Matt, leading him to the chair as well, trying not to think of how much she wanted something like that one day. The real deal, not just a pseudo family, where it felt like she was getting paid to play house, but a husband with children of her own who adored her as much as Matt and Poppy did Keanu.

Leaving a healthy, safe distance between them, Emma claimed a spot on the long sofa, chuckling when Matt mirrored his sister and situated himself in her lap, squirming in anticipation. “So,” securing the boy, she wrapped a slender arm around him, gently flattening her palm to his chest so he wouldn’t fall with all the movement he was doing, “What’ll it be birthday boy? Cake or presents first?”

“What do you two think?” Keanu bent forward to look at both his children, laughing softly when they both bounced in their places, cheering that he go with cake first. “Cake it is,” he determined, and soon after, Emma was reaching for the lighter on the table, keeping Matt away from the flame as she lit the tall candles strategically sunken into the cake, among the cluster of raspberries decorating the top. When all five were lit, Emma and the kids sang happy birthday, clapping when he blew out the candles. Afterwards, she cut them each a slice, and between bites, they moved on with presents.

Up first was the one that Emma had helped organize for Matt and Poppy to give him; they had done most of the the work while she’d simply provided guidance and occasionally, assistance. They’d chosen to make their father a picture frame, using popsicle sticks and colorful craft items, and it had turned out wonderfully, the neatly arranged painted, sticks decorated with buttons, cut out shapes made of plastic, and ribbon had a picture of Keanu and the twins on the inside. “I love it!” He hugged them tight, kissing their heads, still staring at his present. Even off to the side, Emma could see the softness in his eyes, the warmth clinging to his features, there wasn’t the slightest bit of untruth when Keanu said he’d loved the gift, and she admired him for it. A celebrity, who could probably buy anything he wanted at any given moment, appreciating a sweet, handmade gift as if the world had been served on a silver platter. “This is the best present ever!” Keanu hugged them again, keeping Matt and Poppy close.

It was only when he’d released them, did Emma present him with her gift, wrapped up in a blue and white polka dot box, held closed by white silk ribbon, “This one is from me,” her shy smile faltered when their hands touched, and she he'd her breath, hoping he’d like it.

Giving the edge of the ribbon a tug, Keanu undid the bow, opening the box. His jaw hung slack in breathless awe, and trying to be as gentle as possible, he reached into the box’s depths, producing an exact replica of the bike he rode to work almost every morning. It had been spray painted in the exact same colors, carried a downsized version of the very same details and even had a tiny license plate with his initials engraved onto it, “Em…” he gasped, running his fingers over the perfectly mimicked details, “This is….wow,” he huffed a chuckled.

Dragging her lip through her teeth, Emma searched his features, “Do you like it?” She probed nervously.

“Like it?” He glanced up at her, his emotions spilling out in just the way he looked at her, “I love it,” he chuckled louder, “Emma,” Keanu set his gift down on the coffee table, reaching for her bare knee with the hand that wasn’t holding Poppy close, “It’s so thoughtful of you.” The smile brightened his rugged, somewhat tired features as he added, "I love it."

"Great," Emma tried not to look him straight in the eye, knowing if she did, she might be wholly responsible for what happened next. His touch, warm on her thigh, squeezing affectionately, sent shivers up her spine and Emma was caught between wondering how things might have escalated if they were alone and thinking that it was time to pull away. "I'm glad you like it," even if she knew she'd already let his touch linger for far too long, Emma placed her hand over his, and faintly, she heard Keanu's breath hitch as his eyes widened slightly.

They both knew that at that point, their position wasn't unintentional, yet, before either of them could act, they were interrupted by Poppy stretching sleepily, admitting that she was tired. In an instant, whenever they were sharing had been broken, the moment was gone. Leaving them blinking quickly, seemingly emerging from a trance, and prompting them to get the kids ready for bed.

That night, Keanu helped Emma out with bedtime rituals, sticking around during bath time all the way through until they informed him that they wanted Emma to read to them before lights out. It was nearly eleven when she finally emerged from the hallway, shoes clicking softly until she finally decided that they were too much noise, nudging them off with her toes and resuming her small stature. “Hey,” she smiled tightly, calling Keanu’s attention as he stood at the floor to ceiling window, nursing something far stiffer than cider, the glittering lights of illuminated the Eiffel Tower casting a yellow glow on his face, the only thing brightening the room after he’d dimmed the lights.

“Hi,” he grinned widely, the way he always did when Emma walked into the room, “Whiskey?” He offered, moving to the mini bar, ready to get her a drink.

“Sure,” in minutes, Keanu was approaching her, offering Emma the glass he’d gotten, their fingers once again brushing during the hand off. That time, they both just huffed shyly, pretending to ignore it as they approached the window, staring in silence for a while, until Keanu scoffed a chuckle. “What?” Turning to him, Emma observed his profile, wondering if people were even supposed to be made that perfect.

“Its just,” shrugging, Keanu punctuated his words with a brief sip of his drink, not even hissing at its strength, “It’s almost over. Another year gone.” He seemed pensive, his thoughts colliding and confusing him; she’d never seen him in that light and all Emma wanted to do was help.

The alcohol burnt her throat as it slid down, and unlike Keanu, it showed on Emma’s face, though, it created a familiar warmth in her belly, one that she liked; even if she was quickly going to learn that it wasn’t just breaking the autumn chill, but also ebbing away her inhibitions. “You sound disappointed,” and when Keanu didn’t offer a response, she gently pressed, “Are you?”

Shaking his head, Keanu downed the rest of his whiskey, wincing slightly and discarding his glass on the top of a nearby accent chest, slipping his hands into his pockets as he turned to face her. His tie was loosened at the neck and before the twins’ bath, Keanu had discarded his blazer on the chair nearby. He was striking, even when he was close to disheveled. “I don’t know,” the disconcertment echoed in his tone, “Do you ever think that you’re doing the right thing, but then…...there’s one little change, and suddenly it feels like you’re making a huge mistake?”

Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, Emma tried to decipher the true meaning behind his words, opting for an analogy when she couldn’t, “When I first started college, I knew exactly what I wanted; I wanted to be a designer,” she smiled wistfully, “And my nana always taught me to go after what I wanted, even if it was silly to everyone else. So I started fashion school, but then the fees started to take a toll on my mom’s finances, and even if I got two part time jobs, it still didn’t save me from starting to sink.” Emma sighed deeply, looking out towards the city again, “The circumstances changed, or maybe I just noticed them for the first time, and suddenly, going to fashion school seemed selfish, like I’d made a terrible decision, a huge mistake. But when I told my nana what I was thinking, she asked me where I saw myself in ten years and……..that’s how I knew I had to stay.”

Knitting his brows, Keanu seemed more perplexed than when they’d started their conversation, “I don’t understand,” his voice was gruff and low and he hung on, waiting for her explanation,

Sighing, Emma’s contemplative soiree softened, “I guess it meant, if you’re sure about something, if you know it’s right in your heart, then even if things get in the way, you’ll find your way back to it. We’re constantly searching for happiness, and what’s right is always so……subjective. But if you know it's right in here,” stepping closer, Emma gently tapped Keanu’s chest, “Then even if it wavers here,” her cool fingers rose to his temple, “You’ll always go back to it.” Like Keanu, Emma finished off her drink, leaning past him to leave her glass next to his, her other hand still on his face, then cupping his cheek.

“What if……” He mulled on his words, letting them rattle around in his mind fitfully before spilling, “What if what makes me happy, and what’s right in here,” he reached out, pressing two fingers to the center of Y/n’s chest, just above her breasts though still where he could feel her heartbeat, “Are two different things?”

A lump had settled in her throat and a minute part of Y/n knew where things were going, while everywhere else screamed that they shouldn’t have gotten there in the first place. Keanu was her boss, her engaged boss. Yet still, she couldn’t find it in herself to tear her hand away from his face, or push him off her. “They’re always the same thing,” sparing the city of love one last glance, Emma shifted her sights to Keanu, stoking the apple of his cheek, marveling at the way he tilted into the softness of her hand and barely noticing the way his hand had slid up to cup her neck. “Maybe you’re confused right now, but they're always the same.”

“I’m so confused right now,” Keanu confessed, closing the final inches of space. They were lost in each other’s stares and at that point, there was probably nothing in the world that could push them apart. With his hand on her neck, she could feel his callouses and his warmth, radiating, doing more than the finest spirits ever could. The cloud of air between them was tainted with the aroma of expensive booze, still clinging to their hot breaths, mingling with the smell of smoked cigarettes and the alluring fragrance of Emma’s perfume. With every exhale, their chests touched, ever so slightly.

“What do you want?” Emma nudged, licking her lips when Keanu’s face drew closer, tilting her head so she’d grant him access, anticipating what would happen next.

“I want…….” He furrowed his brows again, “I want to be happy.”

“Then be happy,” and that was all it took; the final thread snapped and her words were the permission he’d been seeking. And though, all along, Emma sensed it would happen, when Keanu’s lips were finally laid on hers, she was completely and utterly surprised. They started slow, locking and moving in tandem at a most leisurely pace, though as the pair felt each other out, Keanu’s free hand found the dip of Emma’s waist while she clutched a fistful of his shirt, the silky fabric wrinkling in her grasp, the air took on a new heat and their kiss grew steamy. Six months worth of almosts and boiling tension just swirled around them, pressing them together, and when his tongue broke past her lips, sliding over hers, Emma moaned into Keanu’s mouth.

No one had ever tasted like that, like their lips were meant to spar with hers, no hands ever fit so well on her body. Wrapping his tie around her fist, Emma yanked him closer and they stumbled back. By then their longer, passionate kisses were punctuated by shorter, sweeter pecks, and all she wanted was for him to hoist her up into his strong arms and press her against the cold glass.

Then it hit her; the criminality of what they were doing. Miranda already hated her, and she was going to marry Keanu. That make out session alone was putting her job on the line, the job that she so desperately needed. Logic kicked in and without warning, Emma was letting go of Keanu’s tie and pushing him away. He looked just as frayed as she was, and even a little hurt, “We shouldn’t…...this is wrong. We can’t do this,” Her whispered words were more to convince herself, and before Keanu could respond, Emma was apologizing, turning away from him and scuttling out of the room.

“Em,” he tried to call after her, but it was too late, Emma was already gone, and Keanu had a feeling that things had just gotten way more complicated than he could have ever imagine.

*****

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[nmoroder]

It’s my birthday and I’m spending it the best way possible; redrawing stuff again, that is

First one was that meme with a guy putting a toddler up to a TV, second one was a pic with two twins and Santa, and third one takes inspiration from one of Keanu Reeve’s Mercutio photos. You know, this one:

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

So last weekend I reached 2.5K Followers. Which is insane, and I still think it’s unreal when I see that number. Then 2 fics of mine Thunder & Lay your hands on me reached more than 1K (or 2.5K jesus) notes and I think I have to process all of this.

All I can say is, THANK YOU ALL!

I have not only met the kindest people on here, but some of you have become close friends. I love talking to all of you, so don’t be nervous if you wanna talk. I live for it.

So... because i’m still in kind of a writers block and not really in the mood for prompts which I usually do I thought I share with you my current (and ever growing) WiP list. All of these I have at least started writing:

Talk dirty to me (working title)

Henry AU in which he is a fashion photographer and does Audio Porn for fun This one is almost finished

Play with me (3 part series)

Second part of this. August leaves John and Hannah alone, and Hannah really wants to play with John. And August really wants to watch It’s so dirty omg

Friends? Nah Lovers (working title)

It’s your birthday and Henry is gone for The Witcher. Which shouldn’t be a problem, cause you were only friends. But when he wants to surprise you at midnight and finds you touching yourself while MI Fallout is on, he needs to ask some questions.

Dr. Superman

Henry visits a hospital in London dressed up at Superman and meets Dr. Rose and her sick niece.

Getting away with it

My forever WiP. There was a time when August Walker wanted to live a normal life. A wife. A family. But even after he had all of this, there still seemed to be something missing. 2 years after he was pronounced dead, the CIA believes he is still alive. And who better to help them bring him down than his wife. And his twin brother, Walter Marshall.

Rolling in the deep

A John Wick/ Moulin Rouge AU. John and Santino’s fiance Aurora work closeley together and fall in love. But to safe John from Santino Aurora made John believe that she died. Until years later John is hired by Santino...

Shake it

Keanu comes home from months of shooting to find his wife dancing in the kitchen.

apart from that I have ideas for a second part of Crazy for you and I really want to write another part of CEO Henry.

And let’s not forget all the requests.

You see, ideas are not the problem, it’s the little guy in my head, keeping me from writing. lol

Big sorry and shout out to everyone who originally followed me for Hiddleston content. I’ll be back I promise

[lovirgo]

looking at keanu reeves like ur my dad ur my boyfriend ur my celebrity crush ur my birthday twin ur my favorite actor ur a mixed king ur my idol.

[becauseleahflies]

Interview Questions Tag

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name/nickname: Leah. I don’t really have a nickname other than my best friend calls me Halfsquat... long story

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time currently:  310:52 am on Saturday and I’m procrastinating writing by doing this :/

when is your birthday: april

favorite band/groups: BTS obviously, Def Leppard, Guns n Roses

favorite solo artist: I’m not sure I have a consistent favorite, it changes a lot. Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of Britney Spears and re-living my childhood, though. I also love Madonna

song stuck in your head: The Mighty Fall by Fall Out Boy. I listened to the Save Rock n Roll album the other night bc I randomly remembered how phenomenal the whole thing is.

last movie you watched: I don’t know, I don’t watch movies very often. Maybe Knock Knock? This Keanu Reeves movie but I did not like it.

last show you binged: The Night Stalker documentary

when you created your (main) blog: 2012 I believe

last thing you googled: 'respectful greeting in ancient Greece’ lol I am writing a book....

other blogs: none

why i chose my url: bc I got mad at myself for doing something stupid so said I am ‘quite the idiot’ lmao and then just never changed it and now I feel like it’s  a personal brand even though I only have like 2 followers

how many people are you following: I have no idea, probably several hundred or thousand

how many followers do you have: I think like 5 or 600

average hours of sleep: 10 lol sleep is my favorite part of the day

lucky number: 3

instruments: drums

dream job: author. I do this, but I don’t make enough money to do it full time so I have other job for now. It would be nice to make enough to live wherever I want and just write though

dream trip: there are SO many places I want to go but I think my ultimate dream trip would be a Middle Earth tour around New Zealand

favorite food: potato in all its forms

nationality:  garbage country (American)

favorite song: probably Silver Spoon by BTS (twins with @kpopfanfictrash ) although its hard to pick just one. I have a playlist on spotify of my all time favorite songs and there’s like 20 on there.

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: Middle Earth, Kyoshi Island, Shokugeki - I want to eat the food so bad

[chicken-benintenders]

Tagged by @labelleofbelfastcity to answer thirty questions and tag twenty people

Seeing as it's the offseason and almost no one is active right now, I'm just gonna say anyone who sees this and wants to do it, feel free!!

1. Name/Nickname: My name is Aurora, and I don't really have any nicknames except my uncle calls me shorty just because I'm shorter than him

2. Gender: Female

3. Star sign: Gemini

4. Height: 5'8"

5. Time: 11:59pm est

6. Birthday: June 10th

7. Favorite bands/groups: My all time favorite band is the Beatles, I also love the Ramones and the Bee Gees, and other than that I'll listen to basically anything

8. Favorite solo artist: David Bowie and Harry Styles

9. Song stuck in my head: I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor and Good Old Fashioned Lover-Boy by Queen

10. Last movie: I literally just watched John Wick Chapter 3: Parabellum, Keanu owns my heart

11. Last show: Twin Peaks, I'm watching it with my dad and I'll just say it's fantastic but baffling

12. When did I create this blog: I can't really remember but it was probably about a year and a half ago

13. What do I post: I mostly stick to red sox or just baseball in general content, but I'll post some other stuff that doesn't fit my blog at all sometimes, especially in the offseason

14. Last thing I googled: "What does parabellum mean", that was from John Wick 3 lol (it's the second half of a Latin phrase that means "if you want peace, prepare for war")

15. Other blogs: I don't currently have any other blogs but I am Seriously considering making a Keanu Reeves blog because I can never get enough content of him but I know none of you want to see that on here lmao

16. Do I get asks: Nope

17. Why did I choose this url: Benny is my favorite player so obviously it fits

18. Following: 25, I don't follow many people but the people I do follow are quality👌

19. Followers: 49, that's what comes with being a niche sports blog

20. Average hours of sleep: If you asked me like two weeks ago I probably would've said like 8, but I recently got a fit bit and I can tell you it is maybe 6 hours on a good night

21. Lucky number: 11, my old basketball number

22. Instruments: I play flute and piccolo, I know how to play tenor sax, and I took a guitar class once although that was like 4 years ago at this point and I'm trash

23. What am I wearing: A t-shirt and shorts, AKA pajamas

24. Dream job: A baseball statistician/data analyst, the dream would be to work for the Red Sox but I just want to work in baseball in general

25. Dream trip: Anywhere with my friends, but I really want to take my best friend to a Red Sox game sometime

26. Favorite food: My mom makes some bomb cassoulet (I don't know if I spelled that right) so probably that, or my banana chocolate chip pancakes

27. Nationality: American

28. Favorite song: My all time fav is Yesterday by the Beatles, and my current fav is probably Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol, that song gives off the best vibes ever, I can't not be happy listening to it

29. Last book I read: I am currently reading A Fan's Guide to Baseball Analytics, which is fantastic, and I honestly can't remember the last book I finished

30. Three fictional universes you'd like to live in: The Harry Potter universe, our hogwarts squad rpg universe (in which I Am Joe Jonas), and the Bill and Ted universe because that seems like such a fun place to be

[ladyreapermc]

Parent Trap 1/? (Keanu x Reader)

Summary: Annie and Hallie are twin sisters who never met until they end up in the same summer camp together. They decide to switch places to see how the other lives. Hallie heads to Los Angeles to meet Keanu, owner of Arch Motorcycle Company, while Annie goes to New York to meet you, rising fashion designer. Their plan is simple: get their parents together to make the perfect family. If only it could be that easy…

Author’s notes: So here we go! Off to chapter 1. I’m still setting up the twins and the story, but I promise you get some more Keanu soon. I’d like to thank everyone who read and commented on the prologue. Hope you all enjoy this first chapter as much as the first part. Prologue

Wordcount: 2954

Warnings: mentions of child abandonment.

Maine, July 2019.

As Hallie looked at the crowd of kids talking and running around, she felt a ball of anxiety in her chest. This whole thing had been her idea in the first place. She watched too many teenage movies and ended convincing her aunt to let her come to a camp during the summer. She just wanted to have a chance to experience something different for the city she grew up in.

Hallie did the entire research, looking up a place she liked but didn’t cost way too much and settled for this camp on Maine. Now that she was here, watching as everyone seemed to know each other and where they were going, she was second-guessing her own choice. What if this entire thing went terribly? What if she couldn’t make friends? What if she hated all the outdoors activities?

With her mind spinning with those thoughts, she reached for her phone and glanced at the screen, which showed a picture of herself, her aunt and their cat Salem. Hallie knew that all she had to do was give her aunt a call. She would drop everything and come get her. However, Hallie also knew that she had paid good money for this month at camp and the trip was nonrefundable. No matter how much her aunt put on a strong face and assured that they were fine, Hallie knew they were struggling financially.

So, she pocketed her phone again and with a fortifying breath, Hallie picked up her duffle bag and headed to her assigned cabin, mentally telling herself she could do this. Maybe, if Hallie hadn’t been so distracted with her own internal pep talk, she would have noticed the slick sports car that parked just a couple of feet away from where she was standing with a mirror image of herself sitting on the passenger’s seat, twisting her hands nervously.

“You’re sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?” Keanu asked, his dark sunglasses hiding his hesitant gaze. Annie only nodded, looking out the window with a frown.

“Yes. Summer camp is like a rite of passage, right?” she glanced at him and her dad nodded, the movement making some strands of his long, dark hair fall over his glasses and he pushed them back.

“That’s what Hollywood tells us.”

She chuckled and threw her arms around him for a hug. Keanu didn’t have to be here. Hallie knew how busy he was with the race circuits coming up, but he still flew all the way from California with her just so he could bring her here himself.

She also knew that if she asked Keanu would walk her all the way to her cabin but Annie wanted to do this herself. It wasn’t that she was spoiled, but her dad was a little too doting sometimes and she was turning thirteen in a few months. Annie wanted to learn some independence. That was the whole point of his summer trip.

“Don’t work too much. It’s summer,” she said, pressing a kiss on his cheek, before letting go of him and pushing the door open.

“Don’t worry about me. Just have fun and remember, I’m only a call away if you need anything.”

“I know, dad. I love you.”

Annie waved at him as she stepped out of the car, shouldering her backpack and looking around with wide, excited eyes. This was going to be the best summer, she vowed to herself. She was gonna make sure of it.

She set her things by one of the beds at her cabin, exchanging her Arch shirt for the camp uniform before heading down to the dining hall for lunch, ready for her new adventure. In the line at the catering table, Annie didn’t realize she was just three people behind Hallie, who, despite her concerns, ended making two new friends as soon as she stepped inside her cabin.

The two girls ended up sitting back to back, both unaware of the other, too absorbed by the new environment, fresh faces and the prospects for the summer. For the first couple of days, they kept missing each other by mere inches or seconds, it was almost as if fate wasn’t ready for them to meet just yet. Not until they were well into their second week of camp and the event both girls were so anxiously waiting finally arrived. It was time for the paintball championship.

When Hallie was doing her research this championship had been one of the biggest selling points for this camp. Being excused from all the camp chore work if her cabin won was just a bonus. A big one since she hated chores, so she would be damned if she was gonna let another cabin take the win.

Only a couple of feet away from her, Annie put on her goggles and checked her weapon, confident she had this one in the bag. She and her dad played laser tag all the time. If she could beat him, she doubted any campers here would actually give her trouble.

As soon as the camp’s chief counselor blew the whistle, both girls ran to the opposite ends of the field, paint guns at ready and extra ammo packed in their matching cargo pants. They were both very skilled players and soon all the other teams were out of the competition, leaving only Hallie’s and Annie’s teams standing.

The clock was ticking, approaching the end of the game so Hallie became bolder, chasing after one of the last remaining players of the other cabin, taking them out with a green paintball to the back of the head. She cackled in victory. One down, one to go.

A red paintball flew past her ear and Hallie rushed to find a hiding spot. Her final enemy had shown themselves and she could almost taste the freedom.

“You should just give up now,” Hallie called from her spot behind a tree. “I promise I’ll spare your face if you just surrender.”

Annie faltered a step. That voice was familiar, but she couldn’t place it and didn’t have time to do it either. She was so close to winning it. Her dad would be proud. Taking cover behind the wall of one of the cabins, Annie risked peeking at her enemy only to have a green paintball hit the wall inches away from her head.

“Reeves don’t quit,” she shouted, before moving to the opposite side of the cabin, hugging the walls to keep the other girl from seeing her. She had a plan ready.

“Well, I never lose!” the girl said, her voice much closer now and Annie smirked because the other had been cocky enough to get out of hiding. Her opponent was begging to be taken out.

Hallie inched closer to the cabin, paint gun held in front of her just like she had seen in those action movies her aunt loved so much. She thought she had seen a flash of red just moments ago. She leaned against the wall, taking a long breath, before turning the corner shooting a couple of times before her target actually registered in her brain. It wasn’t her opponent, just the red vest hanging from a low tree branch.

As soon as she noticed that, Hallie felt the blunt impact of two paintballs splashing against her body. One on the center of her back, the other directly in the middle of her head. The slick paint mixed with sweat made her hair stick to her nape uncomfortably.

“Guess there’s a first time for everything,” Annie gloated.

Hallie spun around, yanking the goggles from her face to properly look at the idiot that would cost her hours in the shower washing away all this paint. She gasped and staggered back as she came face to face with herself.

At least that was what her shocked brain first thought. For a moment, the pair of twins just stood there, staring at each other, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, too overwhelmed to do or say anything. How was that even possible?

“Am I going crazy?” Hallie finally broke the silence, taking a step forward.

“If you are, so am I,” Annie replied meeting the other girl half-way. They circled each other, almost as if examining one another to confirm the uncanny resemblance. “Whoa.”

“I think we need to talk,” Hallie declared.

“We really, really do.”

-----

When they met at the cabin after showering, the weirdness of seeing a double of themselves still lingered. They looked each other up and down as if to find those differences that would prove that it was just a first impression thing, that they were not actually the spitting image of each other.

But aside from Annie being maybe an inch taller and her nose having a slight upturn, while Hallie had a rounder face and the waves in her hair being a touch more defined, they were identical. It was undeniable that they were twins.

“How is this even possible?” Annie asked sagging on her bed and Hallie sighed, taking a seat too. She knew exactly how it was possible.

“When’s your birthday?” Hallie asked.

“October 20th,” Annie replied pausing for a moment and Hallie noticed as realization shone on her eyes. “That’s what my father put on the birth certificate at least. He didn’t know the actual date, so he put the day he found me.”

Hallie’s heart leaped on her chest at those words. So, it was true. This really was her sister. Annie looked up at her, eyes welled with tears, hugging herself.

“Did she…” she hesitated, afraid to voice her question, but even more afraid of the answer. “Did she give you away too?”

Hallie took a deep breath bracing herself. She didn’t want to be the one to tell Annie but there was no other way. She only learned a couple of years ago when she convinced her aunt to tell her the whole story. This was the first time she would speak about it aloud. It was fitting that it would be to Annie and maybe the other girl could fill the blanks that her aunt didn’t know.

Hallie explained how their mother Mary was ill; how it got worse after giving birth. She explained how Mary ran away one night, taking Annie with her and it wasn’t until a month later that she was found but it was too late; she had passed away and Annie was nowhere to be found. Hallie also told how her aunt searched for Annie even when the police wrote her off as dead. She hired a private detective to track down Mary’s steps in the month she disappeared, but after burning through her savings, and considering that she had Hallie to take care of, her aunt had to stop.

“What did your dad tell you?” Hallie asked once she finished her side of the tale, watching as tears ran down Annie’s face and she clung to her necklace like a lifeline.

In her turn, Annie explained how her father had been approached by a woman one night. How she just put the baby in his arms, begging him to help her, but once he agreed she disappeared into the night. He called the police, but he knew nothing about her and there were no cameras on the corner of the street she approached him.

She also told Hallie how she was initially taken by social services and put in foster care while the police tried to locate the woman and waited for the family to contact them. They even put the sketch her father supplied on the local news to see if anyone recognized her, but they didn’t get any response. After two weeks without anyone claiming Annie, her father began the process of registering to be a foster parent so he could take care of her. He stayed in New York for a year before he could officially adopt Annie and go back to California.

“This stuff is straight out of a soap opera,” Hallie whispered once Annie was done and the other girl nodded. “But Dave’s gonna be so happy when she finds out!”

“Who’s Dave?” Annie asked with a frown and Hallie chuckled.

“My aunt. I call her Dave.”

“Why?” Annie asked even more confused.

“2001: A Space Odyssey?” Hallie replied, noticing Annie’s brow furrowing even more. “Kubrick? It’s a sci-fi classic!”

“Sorry. I don’t really like sci-fi. My dad’s always trying to make me watch it with him, but it’s so boring.” Annie just shrugged, and Hallie rolled her eyes.

“The computer that runs the ship is called Hal and she always called me that, so I call her Dave, after the protagonist for the movie, get it?”

“That’s the stupidest nickname ever,” Annie snorted, shaking her head. She had dried her tears and was looking at her sister curiously. “How is she? Your aunt?”

“The coolest!” Hallie replied with a soft smile. “She has the best taste in the world. And I’m not talking just about clothes, but for movies and music and food, even though she can’t cook to save her life,” she chuckled a little. “And she was always there you know? For every school event, helping with my homework…” Hallie paused, looking over at Annie, who was smiling too. “And your dad?”

“He’s the best dad. Always made sure I didn’t feel like I was missing out for not having a mom. He can do all kinds of hairstyles and he bakes the best snickerdoodles ever! Maybe he’s a little too invested in my life but… I know it’s only because he loves me. My aunts too. And my grandma.”

They stay the rest of the afternoon and most of the night swapping stories about their respective lives, sating each other’s curiosity. Annie always wanted to know more about her biological family, so she really wanted to know every detail about Dave and any other relative she might have. She was a little disheartened to find out that Hallie didn’t know anything about their biological father and their grandparents had died when their mom was 20.

On the other hand, Hallie wanted to know all about what it was like to have an extended family like Annie seemed to have. It had been Hallie and Dave since she could remember, and she was a little envious of Annie for having so many people around her.

“So, your dad never married?” Hallie asked as they walked back from the dining hall after dinner. Annie shook her head, dropping back on the bed.

“Not for lack of trying on his girlfriends’ part,” she said with an eye roll. “But he’s a big romantic, you know? He’s waiting for the right one.”

“Geez! That’s cheesy!” Hallie rolled her eyes and Annie glared.

“I think it’s nice,” she declared with a huff. Annie always thought it was lovely that her dad had such big beliefs in true love and all that. She felt the same. “How about Dave? Is she dating anyone?”

“Well, there’s Jason,” Hallie said with a shrug. “He’s like her unofficial boyfriend because they kinda do everything together, but Dave always says they’re just good friends and she doesn’t have time for relationships. Not until she gets her fashion line off the ground.”

“Smart! Clothes over bros,” Annie grinned. “You know, my dad also built his motorcycle company from the ground up with one of his friends.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Hallie grinned too. “Keanu seems like a really good guy.”

“He is,” Annie agreed an idea suddenly popping into her brain. “I bet Dave’s gonna like him. I mean, they have a lot in common.”

“Like what?” Hallie frowned, not following her sister.

“Well, they’re single parents and self-made businesspeople. They both like sci-fi and…” Annie paused, racking her memory for more and Hallie snorted.

“You wanna play matchmaker, don’t you?”

“I mean, wouldn’t it be perfect if they got together?” Annie said with a dreamy sigh. “It would make everything easier.”

As much as what Annie was saying sounded crazy, Hallie knew it might be the only real way for them to be sisters full time instead of flying across the country every once in a while to see each other in summer or holidays; and even that was a best-case scenario. As soon as the truth came out, they would have to part again and that was the last thing Hallie wanted now that she found her sister.

“How would we even make that happen?” she asked, looking over at Annie, noticing the other girl had a thoughtful frown.

“Well, you know Dave better than anyone just like I know my dad better than anyone… what if we switched? So, we can find more about what they’re looking for in a partner and make it happen when they have to meet up to switch us back?”

“That sounds insane,” Hallie snorted, giving Annie a disbelieving look. “That’s the stuff of movies, Annie. Not real life.”

“So is running into your long-lost twin sister on summer camp, but here we are,” Annie pointed out. “You would have to learn everything about being me and vice-versa.”

“So basically, I need to be a snotty brat?” Hallie joked, making Annie glare.

“Do you think I wanna be a tomboy who never heard of a manicure?” she asked with an arched eyebrow and her sister stuck her tongue out at her. “So, are you in?” Hallie paused to consider. It was insane, but what did she have to lose?

“Operation Cupid is a go,” she grinned, offering her fist for Annie to bump against, a matching grin sneaking across her twin face.

xxx tbc xxx

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[nisaadventures]

I’m turning 30 in 10 days... yikes.

The last year of my life has sucked... lol. Okay, it wasn’t all bad. I’m exaggerating... but I’m also not. I know there were plenty of nice moments in the last year... but when I think about the last year of my life, its just full of so many firsts... awful firsts... 

First time celebrating their birthdays without them...

First holiday season without them... anyone else miss mom’s turkey? Most people don’t like traditional thanksgiving dinner because the turkey is more often dry... mom’s was never dry... Okay the key people.. Don’t actually cook your stuffing in the turkey. Its just going to suck all the juice life out of your bird... I mean come on. Trick #1 stuff the turkey with fresh cut oranges and yes, you can leave the skin on... #2 do majority of the oven time in an oven bag to keep the moisture in. #3 cook breasts down. Its the part thats usually most dry, so duh... keep it in the juicy, buttery goodness of the pan. I never made the entire meal, I usually just helped mom with everything. These are just some things I’ve taken away in my observations. 

Halloween trip to Disneyland without them... Disney is always a good time, but I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t feel heavy in some way... and that is saying something because Disneyland is my happy place lol. 

Looking forward to 2020... Hoping that it had so much better in store for us. 

Dear lord... what a joke. 

Going to Hawaii for our “family trip” without them...

A pandemic without them... I mean yes, I’m thankful they aren’t out there with COVID on the rise... I’m glad they’re not stuck at home because COVID. Mom and Michael are both too much of busy bees to be cooped up in the house for too long. 

Not going to lie... picking up where they left has been hard. All of moms plants... The dogs.. Taking care of the backyard, where Michael usually would. Mom would definitely do too much at once. She’d be out in the yard planting something and pulling out something else in her damn UGG boots! wth mom?! Those are expensive! lol. “Oh its fine.. I’ll wash them.” Omg lol. Either that, or she’d be over here trying to move heavy a$$ pots by herself and I’d have to stop her before she hurt her back. Ayiyi. 

Keanu and Aria’s birthdays without them... seeing my babies sad and missing their grandma, grandpa, and aunties has been hard. It will be out of nowhere sometimes... and all the nights of Aria waking up in the middle of the night crying. I feel you baby girl... I get it. I miss them too... Its okay to be sad... Mantras... 

You were her little rays of sunshine. Grandpa and grandma loved you SOOOO much. 

Mom would babysit the kids on Saturday mornings, while Kuya, Vaness, and I went to workout. They’d go get breakfast, pancakes and eggs, at UJs. She’d take them to Target, the dollar store, Walmart, etc. just so they could look and maybe get something to play with together. She always crafted with them. 

Living in this house... especially with COVID... has been hard. I miss just sitting at the dinner table, eating sho mi, and talking about work. Mom and Michael getting all worked up over some crazy manager, or something going down with the union.. yup, that’s where I get it from... advocacy and leadership skills FTW.  One thing they could always talk about for HOURS was work lol. 

I remember when I was a little girl, Mom would let me play in the bathtub until I was all wrinkled. She would let me bring all my toys into the tub. At one point I even had a care bear doll that she, for some reason, let me take in the bath lol. She’d throw it in the dryer for me after I was done. 

I remember going to the grocery store with mom and leaving with two full a$$ grocery carts because we had a full house at all times. I mean it was Kuya, my cousin Jojo, my brother Derric, my cousin John, Bubba, my cousin Jay, me and whoever else was over the house lol. When Kuya was in high school, it was all of his buddies partying at our house and crashing on the floor in the living room, dining room, and all the couches. She was the #1 host for sure.

“Are you hungry? Did you eat yet?” 

Thats love. 

All of Kuya’s high school friends called her Mom. My friends called her Mama Fern. She loved that. 

I remember playing hide n go seek in the dark in our tiny town house.. Later in the bigger house on Glenbriar... where mom actually tripped and broke her arm... But she laughed so hard she peed her pants, so she was a good sport? lol. Needless to say, we sort of stopped playing after that.

I remember making dim sum with mom for the first time. Such a hot mess, flour and food everywhere, but so fun. We definitely didn’t do that again until there were more adults around to help lol. Mom knew how to run through a kitchen like a tornado. Hot mess! but the best cook. 

Mom was always careful. She always wanted to make sure we were safe, that I was safe. I couldn’t go outside unless one of the boys was with me. When I would swim she would get nervous, even though I learned how to swim at a young age thanks to Kuya. One day, we were having a bbq, lots of family over, I was playing in the jacuzzi (drawing on the wall of the jacuzzi with a piece of chlorine... don’t play with chemicals kids lol) and she thought I was drowning? So she jumps her a$$ in there fully clothed and yanks my a$$ out. I was shocked as hell, so I naturally started crying hella hard and complaining about the fact that she scratched me when she yanked me up out of the water lol.

Keep in mind that that was not the first time one of the twins jumped into the pool fully clothed to “save” someone hahaha. 

 Speaking of fully clothed in the pool... The time auntie tripped and fell slo-mo style (that questionable, are you going to catch your balance, speed) into the pool LOL. Mom was dead laughing at her. Most hilarious video. 

Those twins lol. 

Jeeze.. speaking of the twins. They had this crazy connection. Tell me why when mom got sick with suspected viral meningitis and had to be hospitalized... Auntie straight up followed her right into the ICU with viral meningitis... 

Who remembers their 50th birthday? Talk about doing it BIG. So much fun. All the performances. Lani was there... KMA performances and kuya and John getting down for Maglalatik. Who doesn’t like seeing some half naked, buff dudes, bang coconuts together? haha. The twins getting down with their hula performance. Cute!

I remember when Mom and pops were going through their divorce and she would text me after midnight. I was going to Sac State and of course I was team NO sleep at the time. I would be in the AIRC studying. I’d comfort as best as I could from a distance... and then come home on weekends to be there with her when I could. 

She found her footing again. Started going to the gym with Kuya more... Started running all the time... all of her half marathons and finally she did the Nike Women’s Marathon. 

Hiking Half Dome with her. What.a.badass. 

That is really how I see her. She was so badass. When she was my age she had my 9 year old Kuya and I was on the way... She was working and supporting us and then eventually decided to make a better life for us, and went back to school... NURSING SCHOOL. wth. I can’t even imagine doing that right now, but reminding myself of where she has been and how much she PUT IN WORK... That keeps me grounded in the fact that we are responsible for our lives. If you want something, you have to work for it. You can’t just hope for better... you make better happen. 

I guess its that reminder... her strength... her and Michael’s love and hard work... That keeps me going. 

Being mindful... being thankful... acknowledging my own strength... 

But with that said... August has been increasingly hard. I don’t like to think about my birthday. I don’t even want to plan anything. They’re not here... I can’t celebrate with all my loved ones and friends. Thank you COVID... 

We’re just getting closer and closer to the anniversary? Nah.. lets not call it that... anniversary sounds like something nice... something to celebrate... This is NOT that. The day your loved ones are taken is not something to celebrate... I mean honestly, if I had to pinpoint the worst day of my life, that was it.... When I think about that day I can’t breathe. Terrible memories... so many sleepless nights. I’ve come so far. Its still hard, but I’ve come a long way. 

Anyway... this post is sort of random and nostalgic. Things I hold onto. Things that make me happy cry... Things that weigh heavy on my heart. 

Here’s my playlist for grief... reminders of them... collected over the last year:

Aloha for now -Kaleo Vai & Passion 

One day at a time -Jennifer Chung

In the end - Gabe Bondoc, Melissa Polinar, Passion

Round and around -Kolohe Kai

Fade Away -Rebelution

Alive -The Green

New Day -Kimie’

Angels above me -Stick Figure

Memories -Maroon 5

Wish you pain -Andy Grammer

100 -Katchafire

Everyday life -Coldplay

Out of the darkness -Isla vista worship, Bre Reed

Amen -Andra Day

Grateful -13 Crowns feat. Poo Bear

Rainbow Connection -Gwen Stefani

Be okay -ZOE worship 

With you -Eryn Allen Kane

Dont worry -Mesto feat. Aloe Blacc

Just livin’ -Sensi trails, Kbong

Remember me -Miguel, Natalia Lafourcade

Even more -Major

Let it be -Xav A.

Give Thanks -Iya terra, Stick figure

Mr. Sun -Sammy Johnson

Rest easy -Thrive, Nico of Tribal Theory

Sunny Days- Allen Stone

Today’s a new day -Common Kings

Mother’s Love -Jonah Jaxon, Micah G

The bones -Maren Morris, Hozier

Give you blue -Allen Stone

And we remain -Johnnyswim

Yellow -Kina Grannis

Streetcar -Daniel Caesar

Meant to be -Bebe Rexha, Florida georgia line

All you need to know -Gryffin, slander, Calle Lehmann

Like I’m gonna lose you -Jasmine Thompson

[bisoras]

keanu reeves is my celebrity birthday twin, happy birthday u funky lil himbo

[crabmoney3]

Going to the drive-in for my birthday tonight to see the new Bill & Ted movie starring my birthday twin Keanu Reeves and I’m so FUCKING excited

[nodesiretogrowup]

today’s my birthday. and keanu reeves’ birthday. we are birthday twins and that is awesome

[vxndebeek]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRTHDAY TWIN, SOMEONE WHO IS MORE OF AN OLDER, WISER SIBLING RATHER THAN A FRIEND, @bergays-nose

You're one of the biggest United and Boston bruins (as well as Keanu Reeves and Leonard Cohen) fan I know!! ( And also the biggest sea lover I know!)

You're talented, loving, caring, supportive, an avid writer, a big Excel spreadsheet lover and definitely a wonderful wonderful friend to so many people.

Thankyou for always believing in me and being there for me, for giving me such valuable advice and giving me the love and support that I didn't think I had at times.

Stay blessed, I'll always pray for you and party hard x ❤❤❤❤ love you loads dude! 💛💛💛

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OK, August 31

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Bindi Irwin’s baby surprise -- twins

Page 2: Contents 

Page 3: Contents 

Page 4: Kim Kardashian and Kanye West’s make-or-break vacation with their kids to the Dominican Republic -- Kim and Kanye may have saved their crumbling relationship 

Page 6: Amber Heard and ex-husband Johnny Depp’s nasty courtroom bombshells made headlines across the globe but now that the case has wrapped up the actress is ready to move forward 

Page 7: After temporarily living in a few of their friends’ properties Prince Harry and Meghan Markle have finally purchased a home of their own which is a jaw-dropping $14.7 million estate in the ritzy Santa Barbara enclave of Montecito and they intend to make this their forever home, Cameron Diaz confessed she felt at peace with her decision to ditch the Hollywood scene in favor of motherhood but that lifestyle change came a shake-up in her social circle because Cameron can’t be bothered with people she sees as superficial, Paris Jackson’s inner circle is concerned about her mental health in the wake of her sudden split from beau of two years Gabriel Glenn because she’s already such a fragile character so a ton of people worry she won’t be able to cope without Gabriel by her side 

Page 8: After a few tough years Lisa Marie Presley is ready to leave L.A. and head to Graceland because she’s convinced that being close to her dad Elvis Presley’s spirit is the best shot she has at getting her life back on track, January Jones is known for keeping her personal life private she’s recently turned over a new leaf and is ready to spill her best-kept secrets in a juicy memoir but the name of the father of her son Xander probably won’t make it into the book, though Ben Affleck and Matt Damon have been best buds for decades Ben’s girlfriend Ana de Armas has no interest in getting to know Matt’s wife Luciana Barroso -- the guys hoped they’d hit it off but Luciana thinks Ana is an opportunist and Ana snipes that Luciana is stuck up

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars reign supreme in purple -- Keke Palmer, Karlie Kloss 

Page 11: Tracee Ellis Ross, Carrie Underwood 

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Diane Kruger vs. Cindy Bruna, Padma Lakshmi vs. Katharine McPhee Foster 

Page 14: News in Photos -- Kylie Jenner in L.A. on her birthday 

Page 15: Pierce Brosnan and son Paris on the golf course, Joy Bauer after taking a yoga class, Kate Hudson showed off her green juice, Serena Williams while dressing up in princess costumes with daughter Alexis 

Page 16: Drab to Fab -- dropping the extra weight gave these celebs a boost of confidence -- Adele, Ben Affleck, Kelly Osbourne 

Page 18: Sarah Hyland and Wells Adams on the day they were supposed to get married, Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade and daughter Kaavia, Reese Witherspoon and her affectionate dog Lou, Britney Spears and Sam Asghari riding bikes with masks on 

Page 20: Alessandra Ambrosio played volleyball on the beach, Rita Ora lounging during a vacation in Ibiza

Page 21: Gordon Ramsay gave son Oscar a lift while exploring the coastline near their new home in Cornwall, David Beckham at the beach in Greece, RHONJ star Melissa Gorga tried on a swimsuit while taping promos for the Bravo reality show

Page 22: Mayim Bialik and her cat Addie promoting Royal Canin’s Take Your Cat to the Vet campaign, pro wrestler Ariane Andrew out and about in L.A., Mark Wahlberg and wife Rhea Durham during a family day at the lake 

Page 24: Lynette Barbieri and Raffaela Pontecorvo and Vanessa Coppes and Jennifer DeCillis and Amanda Ringel at Bella Magazine’s eighth annual Hamptons Cover Lunch, Shia LaBeouf played it up for the cameras while on a jog, pregnant Katy Perry took a quick snooze while shopping for baby supplies 

Page 25: Kevin Hart running errands in L.A., Kristen Taekman modeled a pair of overalls for her blog, Bachelor in Paradise alums Hannah Godwin and Dylan Barbour showed off their silly sides while shooting a video for Dr. Scholl’s 

Page 26: Inside My Home -- Selena Gomez’s expansive estate -- check out the star’s plush new pad 

Page 28: Chip and Joanna Gaines are no longer seeing eye to eye when it comes to their future -- Joanna isn’t thrilled about the revival of Fixer Upper and they’ve been bickering since Chip signed the deal 

Page 29: Taylor Swift’s boyfriend Joe Alwyn will star alongside brunette beauty Emma Mackey in a biopic centered on Wuthering Heights author Emily Bronte and although filming won’t commence until next year Taylor is already sweating bullets -- she trusts Joe but this will be the first time in literally years they’ll have to be apart for a while and the idea of him spending all that time with someone as beautiful and charming as Emma has her anxious 

Page 30: After nearly four years together Mariah Carey and Bryan Tanaka are ready to become husband and wife, Sacha Baron Cohen has been working nonstop since the lockdown started to lift leaving wife Isla Fisher to do all the heavy lifting at home with their three kids all under the age of 13, Love Bites -- Jennifer Garner and John Miller split, Chris Pratt and Katherine Schwarzenegger welcomed a baby girl, Duff Goldman and wife Johnna Colbry are expecting their first child 

Page 32: Cover Story -- Bindi Irwin’s big surprise -- mom-to-be Bindi is pregnant with twins 

Page 36: Close Calls -- these stars cheated death -- Jennifer Aniston, Antonio Banderas 

Page 37: Rachel Bilson, Sharon Stone, Leonardo DiCaprio 

Page 38: The Next Generation -- get to know the talented up-and-coming stars who are taking Hollywood by storm -- Joey King, Chase Stokes, Halle Bailey, Charles Melton 

Page 39: Hayley Kiyoko, Maitreyi Ramakrishnan, Zendaya, Lucas Hedges 

Page 40: Interview -- Keanu Reeves -- the veteran actor opens up about his reputation for being one of the sweetest stars around 

Page 42: Beach Body Winners -- how these stunning stars stay in swimsuit shape -- Brooke Shields, Julianne Hough, Olivia Culpo 

Page 43: Nina Agdal, Carrie Underwood, Jessie James Decker 

Page 46: Style Week -- Swimsuits for All and Ashley Graham have collaborated once again on a supersexy collection of size-inclusive swimwear 

Page 48: What’s Hot Right Now -- elevate your look with products from these empowering female-owned beauty brands -- Tracee Ellis Ross, Amy Schumer is bringing a little humor to a serious topic in hopes of making period conversation as normal as periods 

Page 49: Foot Notes -- fashionable footwear 

Page 50: Say Anything -- make a bold statement in a cheeky graphic tee -- Yara Shahidi 

Page 52: Beauty -- Chill Out -- beat the heat and humidity with these cooling beauty products -- Sofia Richie 

Page 54: Entertainment 

Page 55: Q&A -- Elizabeth Pipko 

Page 58: Buzz -- just got paid -- Forbes reveals which actors earned the most money from June 2019 to June 2020 -- Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Ryan Reynolds, Mark Wahlberg, Ben Affleck, Vin Diesel 

Page 60: Sound Bites -- Jason Sudeikis on being a father, Kelly Clarkson on daughter River, Ariana Grande on Lady Gaga accidentally scratching her face while rehearsing their Rain on Me music video, Ben Schwartz, Kate Hudson on what she tells herself when she’s stressed 

Page 61: Tamera Mowry asked if she wanted a quarantine baby, Gwen Stefani correcting Dua Lipa who thought she was married to Blake Shelton, Simon Cowell after breaking his back in a cycling accident, Kate Bosworth on whether she’s willing to do a Blue Crush sequel, Bruno Mars on songwriting 

Page 62: Horoscope -- Virgo LeAnn Rimes turned 38 on August 28 

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Linda Cardellini 

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happy birthday to my birthday twin, keanu reeves!!!!! 🥳🤪