#Steve Harvey does not know this

[mothman-stolemyeyebrows]

The Batboys on a Gotham version of Celebrity Family Feud. Is this anything?

[jtownraindancer]

pairing this with a sermon I heard Sunday called "The Unholy Power of The Tongue"

Just passed a church sign that said “the most powerful position is on your knees”. Hm.! Curious

[violetsgayhouse]

wakes up

sees the couch sketch

what was i on yesterday

[kraviolis]

WHY does no one think camila would be super active in her kids' lives!!!!! that she would just immediately dip from the demon realm and not go back unless necessary!!!!! she's not gonna pull a greg universe and step away from one of the most important parts of her kids' lives just because she's uncomfortable with magic!!!! shes a Noceda!!!!!

she would become good friends with all the adults in luz & vee & hunter's lives. she visits the boiling isles several times a week and hosts big family dinners at her house where she invites all of her kids' friends and parents and teachers. her home is always open to any of her kids' friends or parents, whether they need a shoulder or a friend or a break or a hot meal or even just homework help. she babysits king whenever she can find the time to and he starts calling her "mamila" and no, it doesnt make her choke up every time.

she makes a penstagram account with a cosmic frontier reference for her username to keep in close contact with her new friends and she actually knows how to use it better than hunter does. she's the first person alador goes to when he needs advice about being a parent. she has a permanent offer to stay at the owl house or at alador's home whenever she needs. she meets with gilbert, harvey, perry, steve, and raine for brunch every sunday morning.

she and principal bump meet and he is absolutely honored to meet her and he gives her the opportunity to give extracurricular after school lessons at hexside about the human version of beast-healing. she does a single lesson once a month, but does open up the chance for one or two older kids at a time to shadow her at her vet clinic for a day as a little field trip (viney always gets herself at the top of the list and becomes well known around the clinic) and she is lovingly teased by her co-workers for always picking up "strays".

she is one of the people on scene during the gathering of the guards who had all been murdered by their own creator and left to rot in the dark for decades. she doesn't have the strength in her to be one of the ones collecting the remains of all these men and boys who once had her son's face, but she stands by hunter's side and keeps him from falling to pieces and they help make sure all the golden guards all finally given a chance for peaceful rest.

she helps gus with preparing the curriculum for his classes on the human realm in eda's new school. she is there at all of the emerald entrails' flyer derby matches and wears green face paint to every single one and cheers the loudest. she's the one who takes amity to her meeting with the dean of the university of abominations when alador gets fireflu and is stuck in bed. she is the one who figures out hunter's never had a proper birthday party and quickly remedies that.

she meets the elder clawthornes and absorbs every piece of wisdom they give her as if they were her own grandparents. she learns palisman care from dell clawthorne so she can better take care of stringbean whenever luz leaves her palisman with her mom. she gets roped into learning how to carve wood by hunter during the start of his apprenticeship under dell & the bat queen.

her name ends up in the history books of the boiling isles, and not just for being known as the mother of luz the human. she becomes known for being the reason of the sudden boom in witches who focus in beast-healing and the reinvention of the entire industry on the boiling isles. she is known as one of the first people to rediscover and establish contact and fight for the protection of all the basilisks scattered across the boiling isles, who were previously thought to be extinct.

she would NOT just stand by and watch her children come and go between realms with her house serving as the port but not the embassy. she was once that very child, caught between what felt like different worlds, feeling as if she might be forced to choose one or the other because her parents were too uncomfortable with what felt like half of her soul. she would refuse to let luz, vee, or hunter feel as if they have to angle those halves away from her so they dont have to watch her wince at them.

camila noceda would make an effort to make the demon realm a part of herself, too, so that no matter where her kids settled themselves down in the future, they would still always feel at home with her.

[bruciemilf]

I saw this post about Damian becoming a prosecutor and Harvey is so proud of him for it.

Thoughts?

DUUUDE I love that a lot, but also:

Damian becoming Gotham’s Steve Irwin. That boy would OBSESS.

Catch his mute footsteps slithering along the mansion’s hissing floorboards, with his mother’s infamous agility, sneaking into the cinema to watch documentaries at 6 AM.

Two-Face having multiple heart attacks when he catches their tiny demon glued to the TV.

“Why aren’t you in bed right now?”

“ Why can’t you talk to aligators?”

Bruce knows Damian does this, but he’d absolutely gaslight Harvey into thinking their little terror sleeps all night. He’s not at all going into the sewage system to leave treats for the critters.

Also; Harvey as the father whom VEHEMENTLY forbids Damian from bringing wild animals into their home. A dog? Fine. A cow? Better than a spider. A goddam dragon? Sure, why not.

“You get that damn rat OUT of my house RIGHT now, kid!”

“This is my BABA’S HOUSE, you vile, fatulous, sanctimonious scumbag!”

He gets his youngest sibling rights revoked. They’re given to Jason for a whole week. It’s simultaneously hilarious and terrible and it’s Harvey’s revenge against Bruce for sure.

[witchofthesouls]

Hello, I don't usually ask questions on social networks, but I wanted to know what you think of a story where our human friend suffers an accident aboard the lost light in the Brainstrom laboratory and now the bots are able to see his thoughts. Bonus points if it's weird stuff (most of our minds are very weird), (sorry if something is poorly translated, I'm writing this with the translator) ^^)

One, I absolutely adore this concept.

Two, did you know there are people that think in pictures rather than use an internal voice?

And to top it off, people go around referencing pop culture, iconic scenes, memes, and their favorite media as well as the weird, intrusive thoughts and extreme, nonsensical daydreams...

I like to think there would be a media war between the Cybertronians that never went to Earth and only know beloved cartoons and shows and memes from the weird reenactment from the resident human's mind but with the Lost Light crew getting morphed into it versus the Cybertronians that actually had direct experience and personally downloaded those shows and movies.

As the "I Ship It" song goes, canon ground versus crack ship space.

Does anyone else remember those Naruto animation videos where the Akatsuki are drawn drunk or doing hilarious dances? The human looked up the Decepticon Justice Division, cross referenced on what they do, and immediately thought of a full sequence of the D.J.D. doing the Gang Torture Dance from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

The human thinks of sequences, including but not limited to:

Ultra Magnus as Steve Harvey from Family Feud with Rodimus with the "Nekkid Grandma!" bit

Rodimus doing "Goofy Goober Rock" because Roddy would love to be suspended in the air and dressed in wizard swag with a killer rip on a peanut-themed guitar. Drift has the legs to fulfill Patrick's fishnet-and-heels dance.

Megatron and Ratchet in The Office because he would stare deep into the camera at whatever new trouble has plagued the ship

Getaway and Rodimus doing the "Tony and Ezekiel" bit

So many fire-related memes: Elmo and the "This is fine." Dog.

The overlap of Rodimus in Gurren Lagen and Bang Brave Bang Bravern

The continuously weirder and weirder thoughts on how Cybertronian strip club would look like based on Futurama, Cyberpunk, and Night runner's Magnum Bullets. "Snu-snu" bit included. It's both highly ridiculous, strangely erotic, and absolutely terrifying at the same time to the Lost Light crew.

Whenever a mech does something stupid, the human immediately reimagines the mech in Wheel of Fortune fails, or a shoving potatoes in the exhaust

Nightbeat in a noir setting or as Sherlock Holmes

Rung is "Mister Cellophane" from Chicago

Assigned character theme songs

The last bullet causes so much drama because mechs want to have really cool or badass themes, but no! The human assigns them sex or porn songs like "Life is a Highway" and "Shut Up and Drive" and "Two Trucks," or something silly like "Barbie Girl" or the opening theme to Mega XLR or the sad song on the world's smallest violin to the poor bastard that gets stuck with the engex bill at the end of the night.

[fantasynexus]

A Post about Taash From the Perspective of an Autistic White Woman

Note: this is a opinionated piece with some hint of self reflection.

I relate heavily with Taash in multiple facets of thier character; personality, relationship with thier Mother and identity not just gender dysphoria but cultural identity.

Being an Autistic Woman

The very first interaction I had with Taash is when I realized they are exactly like me. From how they speak, act and most of all from thier special interests in Dragons.

The uninterested attitude when they realize that someone sent people to help them with something they’re an expert in. They’re annoyed, because someone is questioning their ability to get the job done but they deal with it because they’re now stuck with us.

We ask questions and get one word answers she’s still annoyed because of the unexpected turn of her already laid out plan, until we encounter more Antaam. Once she realizes that you can pull your own weight and genuinely interested in Dragons and not wanting to just kill this specific Dragon is when she really starts to open up.

This comes off as rude to Neurotypicals while to me it’s just her being straightforward and honest. It’s a habit I’ve picked up as well, when asked, “How was your day?” I don’t give the long explanation of every facet of my day. I say, “It was fine.” and move on from the question or how I don’t understand the need to say “You’re welcome.” After you’ve been thanked. That’s to say I don’t feel the need to expand onto my answers.

I also don’t like it when people tell me how to do/ insert themselves into an activity / hobby I’ve been doing just fine on my own. Unwanted Criticism on my artwork annoys me. My Grandma still tells me to stop at stop signs even though I’ve been driving for well over ten years and have never ran a stop sign.

Apparently saying, “I know.” Is considered rude to my Grandmother and my comment is met with a “Well I don’t know that you know.” Despite the fact it should be common sense; a 1+1=2 situation.

It took years for my Grandmother to understand I don’t like last minute plans or to warn me a day ahead if she needs my help with something. If she stops me out the door when I’m already dressed to leave for the park or river and she needs help with yard work then in my mind my plans are ruined for the day because in my brain it’s linear, it doesn’t branch out and reorganize instantly.

Overbearing Maternal Figures

When I was 14 my Grandmother gifted me a book called, “Act Like a Lady, Think like a Man” by Steve Harvey. I never read that book because 14 year old me thought it was stupid.

I don’t dress feminine enough for her; I don’t wear enough make up, I talk to masculine, act to masculine and dress to masculine. She hates the fact I don’t care what random people think about me.

This is still a point of contention with my Grandmother to this day, which if I’m getting the underlying context of Taashs’ dialogue when they refer to themselves or their Mother. They experience the exact same issues that I have.

Taash is forced to hide their Fire Breath, which among the Qun is considered a Masculine trait. They speak how their Mother called their hands ‘Big and Clumsy’ when made to upkeep her Dar-saam, a feminine tradition among Qun Women. When Taash brings up Clothing it’s obvious their Mother said something about how they dress.

Their Mother at every point we see or gain a mention of her at the beginning and mid point of the game is constantly critical of Taash from the way they talk, act and dress. Does that mean she doesn’t care for or love Taash? No, because if she didn’t she would have left Taash and returned to the Qun (if she could).

The overbearing and set in their ways maternal figures do love the child but most of the time they refuse to stop seeing you as a child. They coddle you, they want you to fit their ideals and expectations even when you don’t want to. They refuse to expand their world outside what makes them comfortable.

You can see this when Taash prepares Rivaini dishes for their Mother. Even when it’s literally just Bread, Meat and Cheese. It’s still to “Rich” for their Mother. She refuses to eat it despite being a guest at the Lighthouse. Despite getting an answer to what Nonbinary means she redirects Taash to try Qun terminology that doesn’t fit what it means to be Nonbinary.

Aqun-Athlok: Someone Born one Gender but living like another.

There is no in between for that word, for the Qun, you either take on a Masculine or Feminine role within the society.

Being Disconnected From a Culture You Were Never Part of

My Grandmother immigrated as an infant with her Mother; Father, sisters and brother to America from Italy. My Grandmother is a Immigrant but it’s plain to my eyes how disconnected she is from her Mother and Fathers culture.

The closest thing to Italian cuisine she ever makes is Spaghetti, she doesn’t speak Italian, she doesn’t participate in any Italian traditions or cultural events. Yet she still calls herself Italian and calls her children and I Italian by proxy and she can do that she’s more connected to it then I am.

I don’t consider myself Italian, I consider myself a White American. The only connection to Italy I have is through her and when she’s gone that connection will be gone because I’ve never experienced or participated in true Italian culture.

Taash is more connected to the Qun thanks to their Mother. They can kinda speak the language, cook the food and even participate in customs of the Qun but it’s obvious they’re not really into it. They do it because their Mother wants them to do it. They’re far more interested in being a Dragon Hunter and pillager for the LoF over being part of the Qun.

Hyper-fixations and Special Interests

The very first thing that tipped me off to Taash being Autistic is how they automatically start talking at long lengths about Dragons; the different types, where they live, how they hunt and what they eat.

It reminded me so much of how I talked about World of Warcraft Lore and Characters. How I could recite every sliver of lore, tell when someone didn’t play Vanilla wow just by how they said “Sylvanas WindRunner would never burn the World Tree! They ruined her character.” When I can recount multiple times seeing Forsaken in the Royal Apothecary testing plague concoctions on Horde and Alliance alike. Her resurrecting dead humans into more Forsaken for her armies and plague bombing the city of Gilneas but that’s going way off topic.

Gender Identity

I dislike getting into this discussion because of how uncomfortable it makes me because of my own Gender Dysphoria. I consider myself a Cis Woman? Kinda? Sometimes I want to be seen a cocky asshole to women but a hot bombshell to men. If that makes any sense?

^This Clothing Reference I made for a Bard OC for Baldurs Gate 3 made me experience Gender Dysphoria so bad that I stopped drawing for well over a year. Noting I’m literally shaped like one of those Pomegranate Juice Bottles and nothing like that picture.

While I can relate to Taash’s Gender Identity struggles and finding themselves. It’s not the main thing I relate to (I’m sure you’ve figured out by now.), I’m still struggling with it and I’m not ready to go down that Rabbit Hole myself.

The Emmrich Situation from a Necromancer

This is the make it or break it for if you like Taash or not. When I saw they called him a Skullfucker I laughed it off and moved on. It is out of line to call him that and it is out of line to seemingly refuse to call him Emmrich when he asks.

I cannot imagine hating them to the point of name calling, I’ve seen someone on Reddit Rage Post, calling them a “Narcissistic Spoiled Cunt”.

Taash is Autistic and with Autism comes all the very shitty draw backs of it. Including having issues expressing discomfort until it builds up and explodes out like it did with Emmrich.

I react like Taash, I keep my discomfort to myself until I have a meltdown and it’s not something I can control when it happens. I especially keep silent about my discomfort if it’s involved with a coworker I’m meant to get along with and that every one else also gets along with them. Example: Coworker won’t stop talking about politics, I don’t engage I keep it to myself because I don’t want to start any sort of confrontation. I attempt to avoid and ignore said coworker unless I need to speak with them. Finally they say one political take out of many things towards me and I finally make a complaint to my Boss. Now I’m silently raging to myself on my break about how I’m to mentally and emotionally drained from working this job why can’t they just talk about sports and their kids?

I can tell Taash kept it to herself at first and because of the lack of communication she has she resorts to name calling in hopes he’d stop talking to them. It all comes down to a melting point ends with confrontation and settles into understanding.

The funny thing about this whole interaction is that you start off with Emmrich CONSTANTLY worried about making everyone uncomfortable but when he becomes comfortable in the group he ceases to realize that he’s making Taash uncomfortable.

And don’t act like you would be comfortable talking to someone who constantly talks about dead bodies. Because IRL you wouldn’t. You would think they’re fucking weird. It’s not even just dead bodies. It’s the entire Nevvaran culture around Necromancy.

I work as a CNA, if the first thing I talked about, to complete stranger, is every single step it takes to prepare a dead body. How cold the skin is and how you have to move quickly to reposition them before rigor mortis sets in. The sound of a Death Rattle and the smell of Sulfur coming from a dying persons mouth. Or how an arm despite being totally necrotic (Avascular Necrosis) can still cause immense pain to a living person.

I would be getting looks especially if it was the only part of my job that I talked about and there is more to Emmrichs’ job and life then Necromancy. Example: PLANTS! I’ve never seen his Apothecary hobby mentioned to anyone else besides Rook until you urge them both to find something else to talk about.

That concludes my Tedd Talk, there can be civil discussion about it or none at all. I don’t feel like being judged for my personal life experiences or how I relate heavily to Taash. I kinda just want people to understand Taash the way I do.

[lolawritesfanfic]

Masterlist

writing styles:

oneshot-💌

angst-💥

fluff-🎀

lemon/smut-🍋

drabble-💝

story-❤️

Yandere-🔪

Yandere Boys:

-Peter YB

❤️🎀🔪-Peter is jealous of Duke TK thinking TK and the princess reader are dating.

🔪-Prince Peter x Female Princess Reader- The reader is forced into an arranged marriage with Peter they aren't happy with it, Neither is Peter until they see the reader and see it as love at first sight and starts becoming yandere for them and will stop at nothing to have them even killing their bloodline so they have to get married sooner and becoming King not just of the kingdom but of them too.

🎀-Prince Peter x Princess Reader-Peter finds the reader crying in the garden, the princess doesn't know why she's crying but mostly thinks she's not good enough and peter comforting.

🔪💌-Prince Peter Blackmailing Princess's reader's family to get her to marry him.

💌💝🔪-4 suitors (Peter YB, John Doe, SunnyDay Jack, Alan Orion) fighting to win over the princess's heart.

-John Doe

-SunnyDay Jack

-Alan Orion

-Tate Frost

-Delivery Guy

-Damon

Supernatural:

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Gabriel

-Chuck (God)

Marvel:

-Steve Rogers

-Tony Stark

-Thor Odinson

-Loki Laufeyson

DC Comics:

-Batman

-Joker (Nickels, Ledger, Leto, Joaquin)

-Penguin

-Harley Quinn

-Catwoman

-Bane

Gotham Tv show:

-Alfred Pennyworth

-Bruce Wayne

-Jim Gordon

-Harvey Bullock

-Victor Zsasz

-Oswald Cobblepot

-Edward Nygma

-Carmine Falcone

-Salvatore Maroni

-Fish Mooney

-Butch Gilzean

Ouran High School Host Club:

-Tamaki Suoh

-Kyoya Ootori

-Hikaru Hitachiin

-Karuo Hitachiin

-Hikaru and Karuo Hitachiin

-Takashi Morinozuka

-Mitsukini Huninozuka

-Haruhi Fujioka

-Basanova

-Nekozawa

-Renge Houshakuji

Horror Slashers:

-Micheal Myers

-Jason Voohees

-Freddy Krueger

-Hannibal Lecter (Anthony Hopkins)

-Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikkelson)

-Chucky and Tiffany

Orange is the new black:

-Sam Healy

-Desi Piscartella

-George Mendez

-John Bennett

-Joe Caputo

Yandere Simulator:

-Ayano Aishi

-Ayato Aishi

-Umeji Kizuguchi

-Gaka Hikitsuri

-Hohuto Furukizu

-Dairoku Surikizu

-Hayanari Tsumeato

-Tiru Sutiriku

Bully Scholarship Edition:

-Derby Harrington

-Gary Smith

-Bif Taylor

-Chad Morris

-Gord Vendome

-Derby Harrington and Johnny Vincent

-Tad Spencer

Disney villains

-Gaston Legume

💝🔪-https://www.tumblr.com/lolawritesfanfic/769350242091008000/yandere-gaston-x-female-reader?source=share

Requests are open for more characters. give me time to do my research if I don't know them and add them to the list. Enjoy reading.

[kookygranger]

Is This Desire?

Firefighter!Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

Love isn't always enough. Steve disagrees.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, angst, reader gets in a verbal fight with steve, witchcraft, reader is a town outcast, fem!reader, no upside down/no hawkins au

Word count: 2.4k

Author's note: That’s it for this little series! I’ll still be thinking about lover boy Steve and his witchy gf (me) for the rest of the summer while I down sweet iced tea, so please send through any questions, ideas or PJ Harvey lyrical prompts if you’d like me to turn them into blurbs! 

Series Masterlist

Chapter Five: To Lift Above

It began with small incidents.

A look from strangers, as you’re buying a loaf of bread and that peanut butter Steve likes at the grocery store in town. One that judges without even knowing you, deciding you’ll always be a subject in the rumour mill.

Whispers as you walk past people in town, hand-in-hand with their golden boy.

How could he be with her? He must be under some love spell. She keeps him trapped up in that house. He’s always with her, following her around like a lost puppy. She must’ve hexed him.

Steve Harrington would be better off without that witch.

After your uncle died and you were employed by the library you spent a lot more time in town, but ultimately you still kept mostly to yourself. You may have felt restricted growing up in that house, but it was a safe space – certainly now after you’d transformed it into a proper home and Steve had brought light to the darkest corners of it.

And when the glares and slights got too much, you could retreat. Find solace in your books and soft cushions, in the perfumed garden full of life and forgiving nature.

But Steve, enamoured as he was, would find you time and time again. You didn’t think much of it at first, more than happy to welcome him into your space where he fit in just perfectly – like he always does. But the whispers eventually wore you down.

Maybe he was spending too much time away from his life. Maybe he should be having drinks after work with the rest of his colleagues, playfully pestering Robin at the bar instead of being curled up on the couch eating takeout because you couldn’t handle going out.

Maybe he should be dating a normal girl that wouldn’t turn him into a town pariah. That wouldn’t drag him down to her level.

After Steve’s close call, you watched over him in that hospital bed. The wheels turning all night, small incidents only fuelling the fire.

Steve Harrington would be better off without you.

You knew he wouldn’t back down easy. He would disagree of course, probably even change your mind with that charming smile, so you had to be smarter. You had to take his ability to fight back, fight for you, out of the equation.

Then the opportunity presented itself in the form of a spell.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident, Steve recovering under your blankets as you played nurse, using his injury as a way to keep some distance. And as much as it pained Steve, he thought that’s all it was. He thought your refusal to turn cuddling into anything more and the faraway look in your eyes that hardly ever met his anymore was a symptom of the scare you’d endured. That you were still spooked and just being overly cautious of his wellbeing.

It wasn’t until he came across an open spell book one day in your library, after hobbling downstairs to find the novel he’d bookmarked while you were out, and noticed the matching ingredients gathered on the desk around it, that he finally realised where your mind had been going.

You call for him an hour later, when you come home and find the bed empty upstairs. He hears your feet padding around the house until your head peaks through the library door and you spot him sitting on the chair at your desk.

“What is this?”

You step into the room. “What do you mean? I thought we had that discussion about my books. I’m a witch remember.”

He hates the bitterness that word seems to hold on your tongue. Like it’s a slur rather than a gift. Like you could ever be anything other than a miracle.

“Please don’t condescend me.”

You falter, a frown creasing your face. “I wasn’t trying to–I’m sorry.” He watches you shrink in on yourself when your eyes flicker between the book and surrounding evidence. “I just think it would be for the best.”

“What exactly?” His hand brings the book closer to him, eyes scanning the contents before landing back on you. “What are you planning to do with a memory-wiping spell, huh?”

He’s angry, and you know he’s already worked it out. But he needs to hear you admit it.

“I was planning to make you forget me, Steve.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, scared to initiate this conversation you were trying desperately to avoid.

His jaw clenches, and when his voice comes out steady, you know he’s trying his hardest to still be soft with you. “Can you please explain to me why on earth you would do that?”

Your eyes squeeze shut at the first sign of burning, head tilting upwards to avoid a spill over your lash line. You take a deep breath in, confessing on the exhale. “You shouldn’t be with me. You deserve someone else, someone–better for you.”

“I disagree.” You hear the chair creak as he stands up and your head snaps down, body instinctively ready to reach out to him in his injured state before you stop it. “That person doesn’t exist. Next.” He gestures for you to continue, so dismissively that your blood begins to boil. “What are your reasons?”

You huff, “My reasons? How about the fact that you can’t walk down the street with me without getting dirty looks! How about when you miss out on spending time with your friends from work or going out with Robin because you’re stuck here hiding with me?”

“Stuck? How am I stuck? You realise I can make my own decisions, right? That I choose to be here with you because I want to. It is the best part of my day. Coming home to you. Waking up with you beside me. I don’t give a shit, what any of those small-minded people think.” His arms gesticulate so passionately you’d be concerned about his injured rib if you weren’t so preoccupied with getting your own point across.

“It isn’t enough.”

Steve’s shoulders deflate, he could feel his heart shattering. “What do you mean?”

“You’re giving up too much Steve.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think I am. Besides, even if I was, I’d give up everything for you. I love you.”

You bite your lip, tears finally spilling over, hot on your flushed cheeks. “You think this is love?”

He frowns, “What else could it be?”

“Lust. Desire.”

He scoffs, “I know you don’t believe that. You’re just scared.”

You shrug, taking a step closer to him. “Maybe I am. Shouldn’t that mean something?”

“Yeah, it means that this is real.” He mirrors you with a step forward.

“Okay, then. What if it is love–”

“If?” He scoffs again, hands finding his hips in defence.

“Is love really enough? It can’t always be.”

“What else is there too it?”

“Many things Steve.” You’re almost whining, begging him to see your point of view.

“I don’t get it. Of course it’s enough. There’s no point in existing without you.” He steps closer again, bridging the gap with a gentle but grounding hand on your arm.

“You did before.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “It was nothing like this. And it wouldn’t ever be the same without you.” His free hand reaches up to wipe the tears off your face. “You’re scared I get it.”

You sniffle as you lean into his touch. “Aren’t you?”

“I was to begin with. I never knew I could love so intensely, and it scared me. The thought of messing this up,” he shakes his head eyes burrowing into yours, a crease in between his brows, “but not having you at all is a way worse fate. I’m standing here because I love you, and nothing can take that away. Not even your spell. You can’t make me forget how I feel.”

You laugh wetly, softening as you turn pliable under his touch. “Are you trying to undermine my magic Steve Harrington?”

He embraces you fully for the first time in weeks, nuzzling into your hair and kissing the side of your head. “I’m just tryna’ say you can’t control how other people feel. And you sure as hell can’t keep me away.”

Your arms reach around his torso and you cry into the warmth that is him.

“Steve.”

He grips you a little tighter, “I love you.”

You bury your face in his neck, voice muffled but full of conviction. “I love you too.”

***

Halloween 1993

The crinkling of plastic is what alerts you to his presence. He stops mid-chew when your head snaps up from the paper bag you were grabbing another packet from, hand literally caught in the candy jar.

“Steve!”

“It was just one.” He defends through a mouthful of chocolate, backing away from the plastic bowl of sugary treats. You walk over with a bag of lollipops and he smirks, leaning on the kitchen counter. “I think you’ve probably got enough to treat the whole town baby.”

You sigh, and pop the plastic bag in your hands, tipping its contents into another bowl. “I just don’t want to run out.” You mumble as you crinkle the empty packet in your hand before throwing it in the trash, but Steve still hears it. “Don’t need to give them any more ammunition to the egg the house.”

Steve frowns and you offer him a strawberry lollipop from the bowl before he has a chance to say anything. He grins, unwrapping the clear plastic over the candy quickly, smile never leaving his face as he sucks on his prize. An exaggerated pop and a corny line leaving him, “Mmm, almost as sweet as you.” Before he kisses your shoulder.

“Steve.”

He chuckles as you look away from him, burning up under his attention, squeezing your hip. “What? Where’s the lie?” Another kiss to your cheek, sugary sweet and you’re giggling like a child with a bag full of candy.

You’d dressed in your witchiest attire for the first Halloween without your uncle in this house. The first Halloween with Steve in it.

You wanted to let the people of this town see that there was nothing scary lurking in between the lavender and chamomile flowers. Just the tacky decorations you’d spent half a day putting up. You’d even dusted off an old, pointed hat you found in the attic belonging to one of your ancestors. Steve couldn’t hide his surprise when you’d come downstairs looking like a character from a children’s book. “Thought I’d get in on the joke.”

As the evening bleeds into night, and you still haven’t been visited by a single one of the children you can hear screaming and laughing beyond your garden gate, your hope of them taking your olive branch deflates.

You take your hat off, quickly wiping a tear away as you move inside and Steve’s heart breaks. Why won’t they give you a fucking chance? They don’t deserve you.

He bounds down the street, imaginary chain mail and armour glinting under the setting sun and finds some familiar faces in the fathers on his crew. He’s clapped on the back and welcomed into their circle, one of the older men asking the cause of the frown etched on his defiant face.

“It’s my girl, she’s a little upset that no one’s stopped by to trick or treat. I know it’s out of the way, but she’s done up the whole front of the house and it looks awesome. Even got full-sized candy bars, which I told her was too much.” He waves in the direction of your house.

“Full-sized candy?” A child dressed in a pirate costume runs up to the group. “Dad, can we go there?”

“Of course. Let’s go to Steve’s.”

When the door thuds shut behind Steve you don’t look up from your position on the couch, instead sinking in further and soaking up any stray tears with the sleeve of your dress.

“Baby, where’d the candy go?”

“It’s in the kitchen. Help yourself.” Your voice is small compared to Steve’s boisterous shout as he locates the goods.

“Thought you said I couldn’t have any.”

You shrug even though he can’t see it, “S’not like we need it.”

The doorbell chimes as he makes his way back through the house, grinning. “I don’t know about that.”

You shake your head, “It’s probably just some kids daring each other to ring the door.”

Steve thinks you look a lot like the little girl in the window as you sit there hugging your knees, his mind flashing back to the bats and screams and your warm presence. He thanks whatever higher power might’ve brought him to your house that night, even if it was just Tommy Hagan’s misguided machismo.

His voice is gentle, “Why don’t you come help me get the door.”

“Steve–“

“Baby, c’mon. Just trust me.”

You huff because you know you’ll never not trust that smile and follow him to the front door. When it creaks open to a chorus of high-pitched trick or treats, it takes you a second to register what’s happening. You blink when a little girl tells you she likes your costume, taking in the group of children on your doorstep with open arms holding out candy-filled bags and the parents giving Steve a wave from the bottom of the porch steps. A smile takes hold of your face, one of the brightest Steve has ever had the privilege of witnessing and you spring into action. You dish out handfuls of candy to each child, who squeals out delighted thanks and compliment every one of them on their costume.

Steve holds the bowl for you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back the whole time until the children bound back down the front steps and he waves to their parents. An older gentleman smiles your way and thanks you and you return the sentiment as they all head off back down the garden path.

When the door closes on their excited chatter, you pull Steve in by his shirt collar for a deep kiss. His free hand resting on your waist when you lean back and whisper.

“Thank you.”

He’s dusted pink like it’s the first time your lips have ever met, his hand reaches up to your face, thumb swiping across your cheek that was sticky with tears just moments ago.

“I love you.”

[lover-of-mine]

The family feud wild speculation continues!

Everyone side eyed the cast members picked. With the whole general theme surrounding them all.

Which lead us into the next speculation of

We all know the ever present theory of family feud accidentally outing Eddie. Added on to by the delays and moving and secrecy surrounding it 😂

Then the added already have plans to reair it the night before season 8 airs.

And now that we’ve gotten a much better look at the line up.

There’s some 👀👀 around it what with instead of them doing Boy girl boy girl boy line up, they haveBryan on the end. Then Aisha and Tracie together. The two people who make up Henren. And then that leaves us with Oliver and Ryan together. The two people who make up buddie.

So we have what everyone had lovingly deemed the skittle squad and them being placed in order of their respective show couple pairings as well.

Does this mean anything? Probably not. But I absolutely love how his family feud episode has brought so much fun to this fandom 😂😂

I love you gay family feud episode I love you kspakapkapakapkaa

I don't think it actually means anything, realistically, no way they are actually outing Eddie on family feud, I think at most, they might donate to a queer charity and we are all going to be 👀👀👀👀 at the bi, lesbian, lesbian, gay, Eddie, and how Ryan fits into it of it all, but the idea that Eddie is gonna come out during s8 and we will be able to years from now say "yeah, I knew buddie was gonna happen because Eddie got outed by Steve Harvey" is actually everything to me. I love it and I will live here forever lol even more now that we have buddie, henren, Josh as the order. Does it mean something? Probably not, but MY GOD I love the idea.

[melishade]

Finally! I've had a few asks I wanted to send but couldn't because of the damn list! I'm pretty sure I've said "number #" just as many times as Steve Harvey by now. 😅

Anyways, I've been thinking of the Bumblebee timeline, and after reading Elita-1 beating up Megatron, I wanna know if Bee has had the chance to throw hands with him too? Or does he keep his cool for the most part?

I can also imagine them doing this:

The second Optmius looks away. But only him. Everyone else gets to witness their little fights.

Part 9: Bumblebee exposing the wine details

The thing is with Bumblebee is that he has never been actually confrontational with Megatron. He has never challenged Megatron to a fight outright. The only time he really did was when he and the others had to defend the spacebridge in the Orion Pax Arc.

Any other time Bumblebee is in proximity to Megatron, he uses wit or the element of surprise. It's how he was able to steal the spark extractor from Megatron, manipulate Megatron into agreeing to give the antidote for the Cybonic plague, and ultimately kill him.

Bumblebee wouldn’t have a direct confrontation with Megatron like Elita. He would just pull petty shit that would catch Megatron off guard and would fly under Optimus’ radar.

And of course, the Survey Corps would be fully aware of Bumblebee’s nonsense and half of them would encourage it. Especially Levi.

[donotbelasagne]

sorry to hear you're struggling man :( sending you love and happiness!! here's a question that I think about a LOT. if jeremy dyson's 'tlog but everyone wakes up with a tail' idea from apocalypse had actually been made, what kind of tails do you think the characters would have?

Yes!! I made notes during a work meeting lmao

Gonna be honest with you, did this purely on memory which means there's slightly more Reece characters than Steve/Mark, because apparently I don't remember their names (and I didn't want to go "that guy that bothers disabled people").

Chinnery - monkey. It would have a live of its own and it would fuck things up real time.

Judee - Horse. I mean. Look at her. Look. At. Her. Horse (girl) through and through.

Edward - hyena. Bit shit, bit cool. Maniacal laugh.

Tubbs - squirrel. She would throw it over her shoulder and pretend it was a scarf/pet.

Pauline - Badger. Neat, beautiful and stinky :)

Micky - goldfish. He'd be so happy with it as well.

Ross - chinchilla. Not truly a rat, but quite rat like. He would be so not happy with it as well.

Charlie - zebra. Gay version of a horse tbh

Stella - mermaid. No I will not take any questions at this time. Does it replace her legs? Does it need water to survive? Not telling you.

Barbara - Lion. She deserves it.

Harvey - lizard. Because toads don't have tails.

Val - chameleon. Like a lizard, but cooler.

Benjamin - wet cat. Doesn't matter what state he is in, tail always wet cat.

Pops - hippo. When he shits, it gets everywhere.

Bernice - dragon. Because I say so.

Herr Lipp - mouse. Prove me wrong.

Papa Lazarou - shark. Took me ages to come up with this one and I'm still not very happy with it.

Cave guide (can't remember his name soz) - donkey. I actually wrote donkey for multiple Mark characters, so I guess that's just his energy.

Hilary - cow. It would make him cry tears of joy.

Ollie - Peacock. Imagine how fucking annoying that would make him.

Tony - elephant. Purely and solely because he has a massive cock.

Lisgoe - chihuahua. Look at him lmao

Brian - giraffe.

Let me know if I've forgotten any big ones, because I've put zero thought into this. It was a great experience.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

My only thought is that Chris could maybe argue harder for more (developed) screen time and better (more resolved) character arcs for his iconic characters.

It seems like he’s happy to go along with what he’s given to work with, and he gives the input he’s allowed: aka insist that Johnny’s end monologue is included and doesn’t get cut (which actually does give way to how the Cassandra thing makes sense, so I agree with him on that). But Ryan wrote that for Johnny so it was already there. Chris didn’t come in and try to rework Johnny his way, he just came in and did what he was asked.

The whole endgame thing which is extremely tired discourse seemed that he was fine with letting his character sort of fade away into the background (while leaving it open so if Kevin and co want to bring Steve back…) while the RDJ/Ironman show got the spotlight. You can sort of argue that for what happens in civil war too. How is cap civil war more about Tony once again than anything else?

The Johnny part was fun but some people did say they felt he was done dirty - he didn’t get too much play outside of being kind of treated like a comic relief, though you are right that it was more than just a “throwaway cameo.”

I think it’s why when he does get more creative liberty and say you’ll see more confidence showing in his performances. It’s just too bad that some of these projects haven’t been able to take off. I think his confidence is extremely rattled by some of the lukewarm reception but it’s nice to see at least he/his team wants to continue to get him some more projects where he’d have more producer credits too (sacrifice). Ghosted could have been a lot better but the script was just not it. So maybe it was always DOA regardless. I did like how he helped get those cameos on set (which were arguably the best parts of the otherwise meh movie).

I feel he’s often overshadowed by bigger personalities who make decisions about certain characters he plays (Ryan and Shawn had ultimate say in how Johnny played out), the Russos and the screenwriters and Kevin feige had overall say in how Steve’s arc ended, and likely they all wanted it to center around RDJ:Tony because he started it all.

Sometimes, being adamant about your vision and input on a creative project may have you butting with a few heads but ultimately, sometimes it works out for the better. Look at how bong joon ho fought against Harvey Weinstein to keep his film the way it was against Harvey’s take to change it up. Yes, that cost the film visibility and the chance to be a big box office hit, but it’s considered one of bong’s best films (and a great film overall) and one of Chris’ best films too. I think Snowpiercer walked so parasite could run and that’s all due to bong’s vision and determination to keep it that way.

I hope CE develops better self esteem and trusts his own ability so it can open more doors for him in the future.

(Just my opinion)

Wow, I think you bring up several excellent points, but, in the end, we have to remember what Chris has said about himself absolutely hating confrontation. It's extremely difficult to advocate for yourself or your pov on your character if you feel unable to speak up due to whatever internal struggles you have. But, also, I don't know how much you can even do when you're just coming in for a small supporting role. I think the "system" of the movie simply expects you to do as asked and remain quiet.

[7grandmel]

Rip of the week: 16/12/2024

If Air Man came to life, that would be creepy

Season 4 Episode 2 Featured on: Neon Lights & Holiday Nights ~ The SiIvaGunner All-Star Winter Festival Collection

Ripped by Jiko Music

Whilst reminiscing on the sudden prominence of Game Dude back on Slope Dude, I got reminded of a fair few other blink-and-you'll-miss-it memes found throughout the SiIvaGunner channel. For instance, though most Season 1 jokes have become mainstays for legacy reasons, Baneposting as covered on Maskettaman - Dr. Pavel's Fly​-​So​-​Good has in large part been contained to 2016 due to being impractical to use; Ghetto Smosh from Season 6 and Assassin's Sneed, meanwhile, faded from use due to the meme itself just losing steam and favor for a lot of people. It can be quite an interesting dive to look into why memes fall in and out of fashion, but for If Air Man came to life, that would be creepy the answer to both is pretty simple; It's a Christmas song, and it's by Fred.

YouTube old-heads who were around for the days of Annoying Orange, Numa Numa Guy and Weezer's Pork and Beans music video know all too well about Fred Figglehorn; perhaps the first scientific experiment conducted on the theory that Loud = Funny. I'll admit, I fall for said trick plenty myself – Sex - Steve Harvey remains one of my favorite rips on the channel – yet with Fred in particular I don't know if there are many people who nostalgically reminisce over his content. In some sense, you could argue he was ahead of his time; following the "obnoxious spoiled manchild" routine of the Paul brothers covered on Crompton Racing but with the clear intent of being an exaggerated parody rather than being in total earnest...and yet I don't know if it ever led to anything, actually funny? Much like the Paul brothers, the fame and attention Fred received also involved a scattershot career in lighthearted jokey music, covered back on Logan Paul's Shop; and it was in this stint that Fred Figglehorn cursed us all with Christmas is Creepy in December of 2009. Eleven years later, for SiIvaGunner Season 4 Episode 2's Winter Festival, the team was looking for novel ways to celebrate the season, much the same as they had done back earlier in the year with the Summer Festival and Koopa Street; and the wheel inexplicably landed on Fred.

I use all of these negatively-charged descriptions, but I also don't know if I'd say the reception toward seeing Fred Figglehorn on the SiIvaGunner was anything close to being vitriolic or terrified. Compared to the reception of Season 5's Yankin' as covered on Epic Rap Battles of History: Funny vs. Funnier, Fred and Christmas is Creepy felt like it was met far more lukewarmly, close to complete apathy; whatever rage people had toward Fred had faded years ago. And though that may well be why the meme left just as soon as it arrived, it did give us a solid handful of fun rips using the quite hummable Christmas source; most notable to me, personally, being If Air Man came to life, that would be creepy.

Jiko Music sits as one of the most dedicated long-time channel contributors with over 800 rips made since Season 2, and it's all a very solid lineup; many of which I've covered on here before. Trail on Powdery Snow Halation, Mario Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Princess, Famous Surprise, and many more show that they hold a fantastic track record in approaching simple concepts with a very fine touch for quality and finesse. Jiko Music's work is often a step above a simple two-source mashups, but even when they are as such like the lattermost example they're done with care that you can really sense; and its that similar care that's drawn me toward If Air Man came to life, that would be creepy for this post. It really gives us the best of both worlds; highlighting how fun Christmas is Creepy's melody is in moments of full-on arranging it to Air Man Stage's sound, whilst other moments show its appeal as a mashup source. The redone intro is a particular highlight; it starts on the same note as the original Air Man Stage theme's intro, and both times that the section is looped in the intro the last three notes are kept unchanged, but the rest is seamlessly edited to follow Christmas is Creepy's melody, whilst still using Air Man Stage's rockin' NES bassline.

That bassline gets a really interesting addition once the theme starts and it becomes more of a straightforward mashup between the two. While it's almost entirely just using Christmas is Creepy's vocals with Air Man Stage's tune, the bass is given an electrical pound to it to sound like a blend of the two songs' backing tracks, easing the two for the blend in a way much like rips like Super Ludacris JB World. It gives the rip a real sense of energy and thoroughness, that just comes to ahead once Christmas is Creepy's chorus hits; syncing the mashup to Air Man Stage's melody being arranged to the song its being mashed up with, but still featuring the same breaks back to the original tune for specific sections as featured in the intro. I get the feeling that sentence was a bit of a run-on, so to be concise; If Air Man came to life, that would be creepy blends being a mashup and a melody swap in a genuinely super elegant way. Part of me thinks that Air Man Stage was picked in particular for just how well it lends itself to this structure as a song with really iconic and recognizable endings to its melodic sections that allow them to stick out in the midst of the Christmas is Creepy arranging, but another part feels as if this was just the natural way Jiko Music worked toward getting their initial idea onto paper as satisfyingly as possible.

Much like Lagplane, its an interesting feeling to know that Christmas is Creepy rips are more or less finished, and that we have a finalized table of rips using the source to go off of when discussing our favorites. Granted, the two rips aren't exactly comparable given that they use sources that I hold very different amounts of attachment toward; and yet that difference in affection oddly make me appreciate If Air Man came to life, that would be creepy leagues more. It took a source that I held very little enthusiasm for and put in an evident amount of effort toward highlighting every appealing part of it, like how weirdly befitting Fred's pitched-up vocals are to NES chiptune, how catchy the melody becomes when highlighted with a punchy bassline, and just how good anything can sound when given the highest quality rippers' most delicate touches. Though it might not sit amidst my favorite of the rips they've made, Jiko Music absolutely knocked If Air Man came to life, that would be creepy out of the park. And really, what better time than Christmas is there to highlight those small, memorable victories?

[ex0rin]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @hiddenxplaces-blog & @the-ravening 😘

How many works do you have on ao3? at the moment? 192

What's your total ao3 word count? 668,102

What fandoms do you write for? currently it's all The Walking Dead all the time but in recent memory we're looking at The Boys (AND The Boys RPF 😅) and MCU (winterbones specifically)

Top five fics by kudos: stoking at the fire for you (The Witcher) sing them songs of me (The Witcher, geraskier) just one more (The Witcher, geraskier) steady, steady (The Witcher, geraskier) unexpected, not unwelcome (TFATWS, winterbaron)

Do you respond to comments? i swear I SWEAR i try 🙃 (i'm so good at catching up and then Febuwhump happens and i fall behind trying to stay on top of the monthly challenge AND THEN by like November i've caught up again) (also i have the TERRIBLE tendency to stop responding once i'm out of a fandom BUT I SWEAR i read them all and sob quietly to myself on days where things are exhausting so please take this as a huge I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH ❤️)

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? brb hitting the hurt no comfort tag and figuring out what the 'worst' one was… you know what, it was we'll be a fine line (Top Gun, roosmav) - still one of my fave fics tbh, it covers the time between the first movie and where we pick up with Rooster being PISSED at Mav for pulling his papers

OR hell, if i ever could stomach to edit it, i think elbow deep (The Walking Dead, cegan) would count for this - it's almost finished i swear, just need to walk away from it after every paragraph rn

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? for who? i'd say 'till the end of the line where Bucky finally leaves Steve because they're just incompatible after all that time and trauma

Do you get hate on fics? i've gotten a bit but that's just the nature of writing non-con and/ or hurt no comfort 😅

Do you write smut? do i write anything else is the actual question haha

Craziest crossover: i… i don't crossover unless you count RPF where the actors are playing their characters to bang (i assume this doesn't count but it's as close as i get)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? yep! hilariously it was my Watcher Entertainment RPF stuff

Have you ever had a fic translated? maybe? i'm honestly not sure

Have you ever co-written a fic before? i have! a few times! honourable mentions are hold you by the edges (Watcher, limadej) with @sequencefairy (which i still reread often tbh) and keep on keepin' on (Gotham, harvey/jim) with @ponderosa121 (also a SOLID reread)

All time favorite ship? this is unfair - it absolutely depends on the brainrot at any give time. if you're asking me RIGHT NOW it's cegan, no question but like…. three months ago? who knows

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? too many to count - there's a few i think about occasionally as like a nice memory of things that could have been but the thing I WISH i would get to finish is my RP with @sparklingbinjuice which i still hope we fall back into sometimes (but both of our attention is elsewhere at the moment)

What are your writing strengths? smut and run-on sentences 😂

What are your writing weaknesses? plot and punctuation (who needs a period when you have ; and -)

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? i used to be like FUCK IT WE SPEAK RUSSIAN but i cringe when i look back on those times (and have flashbacks to writing Japanese into Gundam Wing fic in highschool) which is to say, to each their own but if i can't speak it fluently or have a friend who does who can edit, i try not to include it in my own work

First fandom you wrote in? technically it was a sweet little Luke/OC insert from Star Wars circa, ohhhhh uh, early 90s but the first fandom i fell into a spiral about is going to be Gundam Wing FOR SURE (gimme that 1x5 please and thank you, strawberries are so sweet you know?)

Favorite fic you've written? this is also unfair - it's the unnamed one in my head that i rant to Abby about while i'm drunk at 4am thanks

zero pressure tagging: @sparklingbinjuice @duchessonfire @dcmonblood @unlikelymilliner (miss you ❤️) @sequencefairy

[wednesdaymunson]

Mine (Interlude)

Baby Daddy!Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It's the day after reader slept with Eddie and told him that she still loved him. Eddie finds out she's seeing Keanu. Eddie and reader decide to stop hooking up. Reader is in NYC to spend a couple of days with Keanu.

A/N: This was meant to be part 3, but the material written after was a little over the place, at this point it's still in outline mode while I work on a Kas request. So this is an interlude and I hope you enjoy 😊-reblogs and likes are most welcomed and I love getting feedback 🖤

Warnings: slight angst,smut,a dab of toxic Baby Daddy Eddie, fluff, special guest Steve, thigh riding, oral(m receiving). Drinking. Possessiveness. I think that's about it.

Word count: 2,453 give or take

Head Over Heels pt 2

''Fuck you!'' Was the last thing you said to Eddie when you called to tell him you were leaving for New York. It turned into a heated argument, him demanding you not to leave. You didn't like being that way with him, but where does he get off telling you, you couldn't leave?

You arrived at a loft that Keanu rented while he was in town. You were greeted by Harvey, the doorman.

"You must be Ms. Y/L/N. Welcome! I'm Harvey, nice to meet you. Mr. Reeves let me know you were arriving this afternoon. Unfortunately,  he hasn't made it back yet so I will be escorting you to his apartment." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you too,  Harvey. Thank you."

"Here we are, apartment 1408. If you need anything and I mean anything at all, here is my number. Don't hesitate. There's a few of us on rotation, Donavan will be your doorman tonight until the early morning. Here is your key Ms. Y/L/N and enjoy the rest of your stay."

You unlock the door and walk into the loft. It's adorned with paintings, sculptures, and other pieces of art. He had some guitars in the corner of the living room and a few plants throughout. You got to the small kitchen table and there sat your favorite flowers along with a card and box of sweets. You picked up the card to read. 

'Y/N, I'm glad to have you here with me. Please make yourself at home.- Always, Keanu.'

You decide to check out the rest of the place. The bathroom had a walk-in shower, a spacious vanity, mood lighting, and a big deep tub. It reminded you of a spa. All you needed was a glass of wine and a good book. The bedroom was cozy. It was dimly lit, dark, and heavy curtains to block out the sunlight when needed. 

The star of the room was the king-size bed. You flopped yourself on it and buried your face into the covers. You could smell him, and that brought a smile to your face and comfort. You feel a hand caress your ass. You quickly turn around to see Keanu.

"Hey, Beautiful." He smiled

"Hey, Handsome." You smiled back. 

He joins you in bed and cups your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. He leans in and your lips press against each other, tongues swirling around each other, as he presses his body into yours. 

"Maybe we should do takeout tonight."  You grinned. 

"I would love that, but we've had plenty of nights in. You deserved to be taken out on the town." He cooed.

Keanu took you out shopping that afternoon. He was attentive to everything you touched and picked up in the stores. He would suggest items every so often, but his goal was to make you happy and as long as you were happy, he was happy. You were only there for a couple of days, but at the end of the shopping spree, you had enough to fill a closet and a dresser. You felt a bit embarrassed because you hardly ever buy this much in 3 months, let alone one trip. 

"Keanu! Why did you let me get all this?! I'm only here for a couple of days. We should take some of this back."

"Babe, did you want the clothes, shoes, and etc.?" He asked. 

"Yes."

"Then there it is. Whatever you want, your heart's desires, is yours. If you want, you can keep what you want here for when you come back." He beamed. 

The night came quickly. You were in the living room waiting for Keanu to finish getting ready. You made a phone call to check on Evelyn and tell her goodnight. You took a moment to admire your dress in the mirror. It was a dark red mini dress with a black floral mesh overlay. Keanu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. 

"Absolutely stunning." He whispered. 

"You too." You smiled

"Good evening, Mr. Reeves. I see you're accompanied by a beautiful and I'm sure sweet lady. How did you trick her to come visit you?" Donavan joked.

"He told me he was going to put me in movies, but all the scenes take place in the bedroom. Obviously, our idea of movies differs." You quipped. 

"See Donavan, she's not all that sweet." Keanu chuckled. 

The driver pulls up in a black SUV. Keanu opens the door for you and helps you in. 

"You kids have fun!" Donavan shouts from his post. 

Dinner was great. Keanu took you to his favorite sushi restaurant. The both of you laughed and had great conversations. Luckily, you were sitting in a private area, so you could be as loud as you wanted to. As you finish your drink, you catch him staring at you. 

"What? Is there something on my face? Dress?"

Keanu laughed. "No, I can't believe I'm having dinner with the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Oh shut the fuck up!" You laughed. 

"It's okay if you don't believe me. The day I saw you, time slowed, everything was tunnel vision, and I thought to myself, 'She's so god damn beautiful..'. Then all these rose petals fell from the sky, and Prince was playing in the background." He chuckled. 

"Then I saw you again at some club and all I saw was you, I couldn't even hear the music. I knew then the universe had us cross paths again for a reason." 

Dinner was over, but the night was still young. Keanu suggested you both attend an art gallery. There, he introduced you to a few people. He mentioned your photography, paintings, and other works to the gallerist — they offered to set up a meeting in a few months to go over your work for a possibility of putting some of your items in the gallery. It was the fifth time the server came around with a tray of cocktails. You had been building up liquid courage to speak to these important people. The alcohol finally caught up to you, and you felt like you were floating in a world all your own. 

"You ready to go home, Sweetheart?" 

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Home. Are you ready to go home? It's getting late, babe."

"Oh, yesss. I'm ready to get outta these clothes." You giggled.

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"No!... just a bit buzzed." You giggled.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you home, Princess."

Hearing him call you that name made your stomach do flips. It also reminded you of Eddie. Your mind started to wander off, wanting to know what he was doing, if he was taking this chance to find someone else and move on, or was he finally sticking to his words. 

"Here, take my blazer. You're shivering."

Keanu drapes his blazer over your shoulders while you wait for the driver.  He lights a cigarette and makes sure the smoke isn't blowing your way. He gets a couple of drags before the SUV pulls up. He puts it out, helps you in, and slides in behind you. Keanu takes his forefinger and thumb to grab your chin, and he crashes his lips into yours, tongues rolling over each other. You press your body into his, making your way to straddle his thigh, your dress rucked up, exposing your bare ass and soaked pussy. Luckily the privacy partition was up. 

"No panties and already dripping for me? Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl." He growled into your ear. 

He peppered your neck with kisses mixed with light nips. He kisses down your chest, then to the top of your left breast, and he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. You let out a low moan and buck your hips, feeling the friction on your clit grinding against his thigh.

"Does that feel good, Princess?"

"Mm yes." You moaned.

"Do you want to cum for me? Be my good girl and cum, yeah?"

"Yes, I wanna cum for you ou." You whined. 

Keanu's hands run up and down your thighs while you grind your needy cunt on this thigh. You let out breathy moans, chasing your orgasm. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking you all in. You could feel the warmth filling your stomach. 

"We're almost home, Princess. I need you to cum now."

You bear down and start to move your hips at a faster pace. Your breathing became rapid as you reached climax, your nails dug into the back of the seat, skin prickling as you collapsed from pleasure. You rest your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath. The driver taps on the partition. 

"That's my girl." He whispered. 

The door opens as soon as both of you are decent. Your dress back at its normal length, and Keanu had positioned his blazer to cover his bulge and the arousal you left on his pants. 

"Mr. Reeves, Ms. Y/L/N, I hope you both had a wonderful night." Donavan greeted. 

"It was great, Donavan. I'm glad Y/N decided to come." Keanu winked. 

The both of you giggled as you got out of the vehicle. As soon as he locks the door to the loft, you push him back against the door, your lips trailing kisses down his neck while your hand palms his hardon through his pants. Keanu groans, his hands moving up your dress. You slap his hands away. 

"No, let me be your good girl. Let me make you feel good. I've been wanting to do this all day." You smirk. 

You drop to your knees and undo Keanu's belt and pants, you release his hard, long cock, and pull back his foreskin to fully expose the head. Your mouth is already watering at the sight, you give him a couple of kitten licks, swirl your tongue around the head, and take him into your mouth. Keanu lets out a soft moan, his hand barely touching the nape of your neck. 

You pump his cock while your cheeks hollow, bobbing up and down. Drool trickles down his dick to his heavy balls. 

"F-fuck, Y/N! Your mouth feels so damn good! Please look at me with those beautiful eyes." Keanu begged.

You look up at him as you slow down your pace, your tongue running over every inch of him. You release him from your mouth and move down to tongue and suck on his swollen balls while you continue to pump him. He groans and bucks his hips. 

"Are you ready to cum for me, baby?" You cooed. 

"Fuck yes! Let me fill your mouth up, sweetheart." He moaned. 

You give a firm lick of the underside to the tip of his dick and shove his cock to the back of your throat. You hold yourself there for a few seconds and pull back with his cock covered in spit, trailing from your lips. You take him into your mouth again, quickening your pace. You place your thumb on his sweet spot while sucking on the head of his cock, trying not to break the seal. Your free hand was gripping his thigh and you could feel him tense up, he was so close. You applied a little more pressure rubbing on the sweet spot. He inhaled sharply as he grabbed the back of your head. He stilled himself before he grunted while filling your mouth with hot ropes of cum, spurting into the back of your throat. You held still until you knew he was done and you swallowed around him. Keanu helped you up and kissed you deeply. 

"Babe, you're fucking perfect." He breathed.

The next morning he took you to breakfast. The restaurant was busy, but he was able to snag a booth tucked away in a back corner. Breakfast was full of smiles, giggles, and light touches. Keanu excused himself to the restroom. As you moved your food around your plate, a strange gentleman took Keanu's place. Once you processed the face, you realized who sat across from you. 

"Y/N, sweetheart. Why didn't you call me to let me know you were in town? I find it kinda rude seeing that I'm Evelyn's godfather, that you didn't hit me up." Steve said with a smug look. 

"Hello, Steven. This was an impromptu visit, so I didn't think this was something to alert the presses about. I'm sure you're super busy with your coke whores and other illegal extracurricular activities." You smiled. 

"Don't be like that, honey. You know I'm never too busy for my best friend and his lady."

"When did you and Keanu become friends?" You snarked. 

Steve gave you a deadpan stare. 

"You know who I meant."

"So I'm guessing Eddie told you I was here and to spy on me. Hmm?"

"Not spying, just making sure you were okay, no funny business going on. He loves you, Y/N. Give him a chance."

"I know, Steve. I love him too and always will, but I have strong feelings for Keanu. I think it's too little too late for Eddie and I."

Steve breaks eye contact with you to look up. 

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Keanu asked. 

"Yes,  everything is fine. This is Steve, Evelyn's Godfather. He's from Hawkins as well, grew up with Eddie." 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Reeves, big fan." Steve gets up and extends his hand. 

Keanu shakes Steve's hand. "Nice to meet you as well. If you don't mind, my lady and I would like to finish our breakfast."

"Of course! Y/N, next time let me know when you're in town, I'll set something up. Now, if you excuse me, I have some things I have to tend to."

You gave Steve a small wave. 

"Are you sure you're okay? You know I can read your face."

"Yeah, it's just Eddie being Eddie." You sighed. 

The rest of the day was spent taking in the sights and enjoying good street food. Keanu joined you on the way to the airport and escorted you to your terminal. While you both stood at the window watching the planes, he held your hand. You laid your head on his shoulder. 

"Y/N, I want to make this official. I really like you, like a lot. I want to take this chance and see where it takes us." 

"I would really like that. Are you sure you're ready for the craziness that is my life? " You laughed. 

"I'm more than capable of handling that, and you're worth it." He smiled

It was time to board your plane. You said your goodbyes. It would be a few more months before he came back to L.A..

A/n: I wanted to include "Fade Into Me" by Mazzy Star, but tumblr was being weird with it and not letting me update.

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