#Steve Silverstein

[anon55mystery]

My Voice Actor Headcanons for the characters from the Web Comic, Emmy The Robot. (Part 3 of 3)

Sydney Mikayla as Darcy

Anne Heche as Mrs. Hackle 

Alex Hirsch as Pip

Steve Blum as Dennis

J. K. Simmons as Murdoc

Keith Silverstein as Garrison

Create Summer as Socket

Susan Egan as Ulae

(I own nothing Emmy The Robot belongs to @domcelliniartblog)

Emmy & The Delaire Family / Darcy, Mrs. Hackle & The Outmodes / The Other Nadroids

[gumeyyy]

|| WELCOME TO THE (not so) COOLEST EVER HUMAN BEING ON TUMBLR'S INTRO ||

Name: Gumey, with how many Y's you feel like writing (i mean, if youre speaking of my actual name, i am actually called Raquel, thank you!!)

Status: there might be someone outside your window, but youll just, never know.

Languages: Brazilian portuguese, English and currently learning spanish and a little bit of french

Pronouns + sexuality: she/her mainly but i really dont care what u use, neos, xenos, i dont really care what u call me!! Im a phlesbian 😽😽

About me simplified + hobbies: just another one of those emo nerds that tapes stuff to their wall ,'/ i like reading, drawing, painting, diy'ing (is that how its spelled??), I EFFIN LOVE COLOR THEORY, my favorite color is pink and thats why i am so cool, the most masculine people SHALL ENJOY PINK, totally fine if u like pink and you arent masculine BUT IF YOU WISH TO BE MASCULINE, THOU SHALL LIKE PINK (im not in the slightest close to masculine)

FANDOMS/INTERESTS:

Youtubers: Amazing Phil, Daniel Howell (obviously both of them are here, what'd you expect?), Markiplier, Pewdiepie, Saiko, Drama Kween, Louis McClung, FunkyFrogBait, Film Cooper, Jarvis Johnson, Chad Chad, Danny Gonzalez, Cyber Noop, Kurtin Conner, Drippy, Izzzyzzz, Tex Hs, Not Even Emily, Kurzgesagt, Vsauce, The Click, Manual do Mundo, Você Sabia, Ibibbishiboula, AcidMilk, etc

Series + films: Psych, Monk, Dexter, Scott Pilgrim, Gravity falls, Monster High, Ever After High, Garfield, House, Charlie the Unicorn, Salad Fingers, Inanimate Insanity, Animation vs Minecraft/Animator, Açafrão Bondoso, My Little Pony, Azumanga Daioh, Lucky Star, Invader Zim, Spongebob (i cant take myself seriously for this 😭), The Ring, Annabelle, The Nun, Heathers, Ride the Cyclone, Hamilton, Glitter Force, etc

Games: Undertale, Portal, Club Penguin, Steve's Parable, Fnaf, Animal Jam, Slenderman, Homestuck (does homestuck count as a game? I mean, it can be interacted but where would it fit in??), Sally Face, Pokemon, Minecraft, Papa's Pizzaria + other zipline studios Papa's games, Bad End Theater, Starry Flowers, etc

Music: My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Never Shout Never, Hawthorne Heights, Taking Back Sunday, Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the veil, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, The All-American Rejects, Say Anything, Kittie, Paramore, Simple Plan, All Time Low, Green Day, Restart, Replace, Strike, Escape The Fate, Bikini Hill, Bratmobile, Mommy Long Legs, Red Aunts, Slutever, Avril Lavigne, Picture me Broken, The Offspring, Good Charlotte, Dance Gavin Dance, Blink-182, Evanescence, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Mayday Parade, Bring Me The Horizon, Nx zero, Pitty, Falling In Reverse, Get Scared, Jimmy Eat World, Sugarcult, The Used, AFI, Underoath, The Academy Is... (WAS/ref), Story Of The Year, Sepultura, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cine, Korn, Desalmado, Surra, Scary Bitches, Bury Me With You, Chomp Chomp Attack!, Vampires Everywhere!, Farewell My Love, Brokencyde, Muse, Isles & Glaciers, Weezer, Cobra Starship, A Day To Remember, Brand New, Saosin, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Senses Fail, Chiodos, Motion City Soundtrack, 5 Seconds Summer, He is We, SayWeCanFly, Sounds Like Harmony, Radiohead, Nirvana, Rob Zombie, Chico Buarque, Sex Bob-Omb, Cute Is What We Aim For, Matchbook romance, Joyce Manor, From First To Last, Silverstein, Bayside, Armor For Sleep, Thrice, Box Car Racer, Alexisonfire, Dashboard Confessional, Head Automatica, BOYS LIKE GIRLS, Finch, We The Kings, Cartel, Sunny Day Real Estate, Mae, Lovehatehero, The Postal Service, Funeral For a Friend, Hit The Lights, Hidden in Plain View, Dead Poetic, There For Tomorrow, Forever the Sickest Kids, The Get Up Kids, The Spill Canvas, (can you tell i went to my spotify playlists jist to list half of the stuff i listen to?) Etc.

[thefuzzhead]

Judge at the Shel Silverstein themed drag show:

Hunty, this look is devestating. You are shedding apples like you're Steve Jobs, you're losing branches like a panicked regional manager, and that trunk, that TRUNK. Girl, you are giving tree, you are giving absolute tree.

[steviewashere]

So, earlier this month, I could've sworn I posted a Wayne Munson grieving Eddie ficlet. But, for some reason it's gone? Like completely deleted. If it is already on my dashboard, oh well. So here it is again, it's sad. And not that happy. Enjoy!

(Can also be found on Ao3)

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It was a catastrophe what happened to Eddie, Wayne Munson understood. To his nephew, his only son, his world. The person that used to rise thirty minutes before school had to start. Who took showers vigorously (always claiming that "It's fine, Uncle Wayne. My hair is just hair." To which Wayne would show off his own balding head and chuckle when Eddie screeched). Who sat on the middle cushion of the couch, hunched over the low coffee table, scratching away at story building notes for the games Wayne still doesn't understand, and draw glorious pictures of extinct creatures and fabled warriors and fire breathing dragons. The person, especially, who set out with two left feet on the world, only one goal in mind: "No person will feel alienated or forgotten or scared, like I did, like I was growing up."

He knew that Eddie was always a good person. With impossible courage and a multitude of talents, some less important to the machine of existence, but all amazing in Wayne's eyes. Eddie was like that tree in the Shel Silverstein poem, giving and giving, expecting nothing in return, but he still did it anyway. In hopes...Wayne isn't sure what, but he can only silently pray, now, that Eddie got whatever fortunes he always wanted—even if it all remains astral and far away and never to be seen on Earth.

But he was good. Amazing. Important and worthwhile.

Scrawny and ill-tempered. Colorful and descriptive. Careful and kind, never begrudgingly those two, but Wayne suspects that there was still a mask that Eddie crafted. Because that's what he did. He made up a persona for all the people of Hawkins to see, just so he wouldn't get hurt the way he had when he was little.

Wayne has always suspected that there was a great amount of loss and responsibility driven through Eddie. No matter how many times he'd been assured, "No, Ed, whatever happened to your daddy and your mama had nothing to do with you," and "Bubba, bad things just happen. No way around 'em, but always a way through 'em. It ain't your fault." And now, here's the aftermath.

Here's the aftermath: A sunken trailer, and a lisp-bitten kid, and a blood crusted guitar pick hanging around Wayne's neck. Here's the aftermath: Silent and dark hours spent in the cafeteria of a school that hated Wayne's son, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Eddie would never be satisfied with (always one to portion out the condiments to his exact liking), and new missing person posters being put up—despite knowing that Eddie's not missing and he'll never return, despite knowing that if he were to return, he wouldn't be able to live, and despite knowing that there's still blood on both of their palms and only one of them would do time for it.

And the after of the aftermath: Wayne doesn't know what to do anymore.

He scurries around with a pack of people; teenagers and fresh twenty-somethings and a few adults that he could'a sworn were called crazy and declared dead. He used what he learned back in 'Nam to patch others up and to take cover and to close eyes of strangers he'll never get the chance to know, and in those moments, he shuts his eyes and mutters a prayer and tells his son to "Take care of 'em, you know what to do." He fights evil and feeds good people and squeezes their shoulder as a term of endearment, as silent praise, because there's no Eddie to receive it; just that Dustin Henderson kid and his gaggle of teenaged friends, Steve Harrington and his unlikely companions. He helps them out because he knows, now, that Eddie gave his life to save them and the town, and he'll carry on that duty, because what else is there to do? Tuck tail and run, Wayne used to say. You get yourself outta there, he'd mutter some time back. Run when it ain't good. But above all else, you remain good and kind and confident, and if there's nowhere else to turn, you be brave, but smart. Damn it, you be smart, Edward.

He tells the others the same. They heed their warnings. They know when to quit.

Nobody dies, not this time. But still, Wayne left his soul spattered in places, where Eddie once stood and where he once talked and where he once cried when it was all that was left to do.

So in the after-after of the aftermath: Wayne cries. Not quietly like he did when given the guitar pick necklace. Not subtly when he first heard of Eddie's disappearance.

No, it's like the fucking Hoover Dam cracked in two giant, crumbling pieces. With all the water and all the ground and all the sky that there is to offer. He crumples like the paper bag that Eddie used to give him for his late-night work lunches. His body contorts over his own knees, like threatening to throw up on his boots, and he heaves air as if it'll save him. From what, again, Wayne isn't sure. He flexes his fingers on his knees and gasps for air and he tastes blood on his tongue when he breathes a little too hard, and he is reminded of the way Dustin sat down to describe Eddie's final moments.

"Blood everywhere, in his mouth and on his cheek and in his hair. Laying still like a calm lake. Limp and warm, somehow still warm," Dustin had said, voice flat and distant. He was like Wayne's soldier buddies, the ones that grip to cans of Miller and go gravelly with the remembrance. "I held him until he went cold. It was cold down there, Mr. Munson. But he had been warm. And I held him, like you would a baby. And I told him I loved him. I told him I love him." And Wayne had held the poor kid between his arms, like he was an eight year old Eddie Munson on his doorstep, shaved hair and one of his canines missing and a duffel bag the size of Texas, loose clothing and skin so pale you could've seen through him if you squinted. But they swayed a little. They cried together, like grieving people should, Wayne had thought. And he was reminded all over again about Eddie, because everything reminds him of Eddie—even the twisted, burnt ends of cigarettes, and fingertip callouses, and Honeycomb crumbs still etched into the soles of Wayne's boots.

He wishes Eddie had been messier. He wishes he'd been less careful with everyday life, not this. Never this.

Wayne cries until there's nothing left to cry. And then he cries some more for the sake of doing so. And he stands to his full height like a wilting apple tree, brushes his palm over what remains of his hair, and sighs something caught between a cough and a billow of smoke.

Holes himself in a corner apartment that's as sterile and lifeless as every hospital Wayne will ever imagine. Thinks of it as his chunk of the universe, the one that should've been twenty years from now, where he's completely bald and rippled by arthritis and he's retired to some senior home, where Eddie ambles in with a shag-cut and a thousand new stories of grandkids or his spouse or a new restaurant he recently tried, where they sit under an awning clutching mugs of warm hot chocolate and watch all the stars in the sky—he listens to Eddie describe constellations and wonders just how his son grew to be so intelligent. And he'll ask, he always asks.

Eddie responds, "Learned it from you, old man." And Wayne digs into him for calling his uncle old. And Eddie always responded, "You'll always be the same to me. Don't change, Uncle Wayne. Don't change."

Wayne just chuckles and whispers, "That's my line."

And he is able to imagine, when visiting time is done, the way Eddie angles down to kiss Wayne's forehead. Whispers something under his breath. Says something like, "I love you." And goes home, to safety. To somewhere that Wayne remains.

In the apartment, though, Wayne will create a space where Eddie always remains.

Starting with his music. Loud and crazy. If only to fill the space. If only to understand Eddie as a beautiful catastrophe, not a sad one.

Never a sad one.

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A/N: Grief is mourning and then finding life all around you, where that life no longer lives.

[monstrousmaws]

Hi, you wanted to hear about dumb Hatchetfield OC’s, so here are mine:

Paige: She is the only human worker at Watcherworld, and she is age 22 and female. Coming to Hatchetfield to escape her bandit relatives in Oregon, she is trying to fit in amongst the crowd. However, after a certain incident regarding a certain homeless man, she is the new prophet of T’Noy Karaxis. Armed with a box, depression, and a willingness to kill, she must remove the grips of the other LiB on the island without being found out and punished for her crimes. (She’s the main character of my fanfic “Tinky’s New Toy”)

Steve Silverstein: My meme oc, he is the new lawyer in town. 38 and male, he works as a prosecutor in Hatchetfield. He is the Von Karma to Gary’s Wright. That’s pretty much all the development I gave him.

I love them. They seem really interesting!

[maximiliano-aedo]

What could've been Animaze ..iNC during the 2010s

Talent pool (Note: any voice actor marked with * is union-only):

Steve Blum*

Mary Elizabeth McGlynn*

Crispin Freeman*

Kari Wahlgren*

Johnny Yong Bosch

Yuri Lowenthal*

Dave Wittenberg*

Roger Craig Smith*

Laura Bailey*

Travis Willingham*

Cherami Leigh

J.B. Blanc*

Sam Riegel*

Liam O'Brien*

Amy Kincaid*

Troy Baker*

Matthew Mercer

Joe Romersa*

Fleet Cooper*

Dyanne DiRosario*

Jennifer Love Hewitt*

Brian Hallisay*

Spike Spencer

Amanda Winn Lee*

Jaxon Lee*

Kyle Hebert

Ben Pronsky

Bob Buchholz

Richard Cansino

Murphy Dunne*

Carolyn Hennesy*

Jerry Gelb*

Adam Sholder

Ezra Weisz

Cristina Vee

Bryce Papenbrook

Michael Sorich

Richard Epcar

Ellyn Stern

Tony Oliver

Kirk Thornton

Lexi Ainsworth*

Aria Noelle Curzon

Grace Caroline Currey*

Michael Forest

Erik Davies

Adam Bobrow

Joshua Seth

Junie Hoang*

Kirk Baily*

Tom Fahn

Jonathan Fahn

Dorothy Elias-Fahn

Melissa Fahn

Stephen Apostolina*

René Rivera*

Deborah Sale Butler

Kevin Brief

Michael Gregory*

Riva Spier*

Cassandra Morris

Erica Mendez

Erika Harlacher

Erica Lindbeck

Marieve Herington

Kira Buckland

John Rubinstein*

Kim Matula*

Brittany Lauda

J. Grant Albrecht*

Michael McConnohie

Steve Bulen*

Dan Woren

Derek Stephen Prince

Wendee Lee

Edie Mirman

Jason C. Miller

Taliesin Jaffe*

John Snyder

Robbie Daymond

Ray Chase

Kaiji Tang

David Vincent

Christina Carlisi*

Christopher Corey Smith

Cindy Robinson

Rachel Robinson

Jessica Boone

Lauren Landa

Megan Hollingshead

Jalen K. Cassell

Doug Erholtz

Michelle Ruff

Gregory Cruz*

John Bishop*

Matt Kirkwood*

Lara Jill Miller*

Carol Stanzione

Steve Staley

Dave Mallow

Mona Marshall*

Darrel Guilbeau

Robert Martin Klein

Robert Axelrod

William Frederick Knight

Lex Lang

Sandy Fox

Joey Camen*

Randy McPherson*

Jad Mager

Richard Miro

Milton James

Anthony Pulcini

Douglas Rye

Patrick Seitz

Keith Silverstein

Jamieson Price

Skip Stellrecht*

Stoney Emshwiller*

G.K. Bowes

Alyss Henderson

Patricia Ja Lee

Peggy O'Neal

Carrie Savage

Melodee Spevack

Jennifer Alyx

Julie Ann Taylor

Sherry Lynn

Brad Venable

Christine Marie Cabanos

Greg Chun

LaGloria Scott

Steve Kramer

Melora Harte

Rebecca Forstadt*

Kyle McCarley

Mela Lee

Karen Strassman

Faye Mata

Laura Post

Kayla Carlyle*

Brina Palencia

Connor Gibbs

Brianne Siddall*

Barbara Goodson

Loy Edge

Jay Lerner

Jennie Kwan

Max Mittelman

Jessica Straus*

Alexis Tipton

Fryda Wolff

Michele Specht

J.D. Garfield

Debra Jean Rogers*

Julie Maddalena

Carrie Keranen

Tara Sands

Matthew Hustin

Cody MacKenzie

Bridget Hoffman*

Colleen O'Shaughnessey

Grant George

Jessica Gee

Jeff Nimoy*

Peter Lurie*

Brian Beacock

Paul St. Peter

Chris Jai Alex

Dan Lorge*

Ewan Chung*

Steve Cassling*

Philece Sampler

Stephanie Sheh

Sam Fontana

Ben Diskin

Juliana Donald*

Michael O'Keefe*

Christina Gallegos*

Tara Platt

Keith Anthony*

Beau Billingslea

David Lodge*

Kim Strauss

Eddie Jones*

William Bassett*

Kim Mai Guest*

Caitlin Glass

Hannah Alcorn

Ron Roggé*

Camille Chen*

Ethan Rains*

Yutaka Maseba*

Joe J. Thomas

Michael Sinterniklaas

Erin Fitzgerald

Joe Ochman

Marc Diraison

Xanthe Huynh

Brianna Knickerbocker

Dean Wein*

Michael McCarty*

[ghoulangerlee]

outside of Ghost, what music recommendations would you give to people?

Hi!! I love music and listen to it all the time!

I feel like, if we're not doing Ghost—i won't do Ghost adjacent as I call them (i.e artists who have performed w/Ghost live) :

X JAPAN (classic Japanese metal band <3 my beloved)

Steve Burns (yes the guy who played Steve on Blues Clues)

Sleep Token

AJR

T-Pain

The Home Team (a band I found on TikTok!!! They're so good omg, the vocalist's voice is so hypnotic to me)

Ty Herndon (country, I know, but his music is So Good, he's old 90s country to the bone)

coldrain (Japanese band that sings predominantly in English, does rough vocals as well as clean ones)

Loveless

Alex Melton (if you love when artists reimagine covers and do them in fun ways he is ur guy. All his Blink-182 stuff is so good)

Hanson (this is a given I've been a fan of them since the 90s)

Stand Atlantic

1551 (the guy who does the vocals in this band is one of my favorite streamers haha. Think Linkin Park vibes)

Keiynan Lonsdale

Silverstein

MIYAVI (another Japanese artist, v famous for his guitar work)

Sunsleep

Jin Akanishi (another Japanese artist lmao if you like dance music that's mostly what he does <3 I've been a fan of him since his J-pop days 😂 so I might be biased)

This is only a very small portion of artists haha but these are the ones I'd recommend to people!!

[tropicalfreckles]

Met Steve Blum today, and he actually yelled Yumyan Owns You All. Gonna stay in my head forever along with him talking like guilmon, too.

(got him to sign my boxset of cowboy bebop cause i can't find my mass effect book </3.)

I also met Keith Silverstein today and got him to sign my copy of Jigen's Gravestone. :))) Told him he's one of my top 3 fav English dub Lupins. He told me he apparently did a voice acting class with Bob Bergen(Cagliostro dub Lupin)! That's fucking cool as hell.

[virtualmemoriespodcast]

Episode 565 - Danny Fingeroth

With the 60th anniversary of the assassinations of JFK & Lee Harvey Oswald, Danny Fingeroth brings us the new biography, JACK RUBY: The Many Faces of Oswald's Assassin (Chicago Review Press). Danny & I talk about what drew him to tell Ruby's story, how many JFK conspiracy rabbit-holes he had to avoid, the challenges of separating Ruby's life from myth & speculation, and how the bio began as a graphic novel collaboration with Rick Geary (!) before its prose incarnation (although he's still hoping for an adaptation). We get into what he learned from talking to Ruby's rabbi, Hillel Silverstein, the figures he would have loved to interview for this book, what Ruby's siblings & their kids went through in the aftermath of Jack's moment of infamy, the circus of Ruby's murder trial and Melvin Belli's failed epilepsy defense, and the danger of treating Ruby's life like a sitcom. We also discuss Danny's dizzying résumé, including his 20-year run as a writer & editor at Marvel Comics, discovering himself as a biographer with Stan Lee: A Marvelous Life, the complexity of the (working) relationships of Lee, Jack Kirby & Steve Ditko, the surreal of experience of meeting Gabe Kaplan while promoting JACK RUBY, and more! Follow Danny on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Bluesky • More info at our site • Support The Virtual Memories Show via Patreon or Paypal and via our Substack

Check out the new episode of The Virtual Memories Show

[wildlyfamousmusic]

Hello Everyone, and, Really, Had #FinalSpace had a Continuation in Animation or At Least a Radio Dub Later On, I think the Casting Choices for the Assumbled Cast for the Newer Characters and Variety would Actually Consist of:

Zeno Robinson, Wendi Malick, Roger Craig Smith, Fred Tatasciore, Kari Walhgren, Dee Bradley Baker, Grey Delisle Griffin, Khary Pheyton, Erica Lindbeck, Sumanee Montaro, Sarah-Nicole Roble, Kevin Michael Richardson, Cissy Jones, Kelly Hu, Mae Whitman, Troy Baker, Eden Regal, Ashley Johnson, Matthew Mercer, Cree Summers, Laura Bailey, Rick D Wasserman, Alex Hirsch, Brian Bloom, April Stewart, Nolan North, Travis Willingham, Robin Atkin Downes, Ryan Hurst, Rachel McFarlane, Keston John, Abby Trott, Avi Roque, Mela Lee, Steve Blum, Jimi Piri, Jenny Yokobori, Matthew Rhys, Nika Futterman, Rhys Darby, Hynden Walsh, Kimiko Glenn, Max Mittleman, Kirsten Schaal, Bumper Robinson, Alek Le, Ben Diskin, Anaris Quinones, Kurtwood Smith, Stephen O'Young, JB Blanc, Greg Chun, Imari Williams, Stephen Root, Alan Le, Keith Furgeson, Stephanie Sheh, Kimberly Brooks, Jason Marnocha, Tati Gabrielle, Adam Harrington, Maurie LaMarche, Yuri Lowenthal, Tara Platt, James Matheis III, Barbara Goodson, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Sam Reigal, Clancy Brown, Scott Porter, Jonathan Adams, Josh Keaton, Gary Anthony Williams, Danny Trejo, James Arnold Taylor, NPH, Eric Bauza,William Saylers, Beck Bennett, Christian Lenz, Armin Taylor, Jason Mouzukas, Djimon Houndou, Jennifer Hale, Jeffrey Combs, David Kaye, Lauren Tom, Mary Elizabeth McGlynn, Armin Shimmerman, Andrew Kishino, Carlos Alazraqui, Kaji Taang, Kira Buckland, Faye Mata, Cristina Vee, Deidrech Deider, Henry Winkler, Ana Akana, Amanda Celine Miller, Keith Silverstein, Hoon Lee, Jessica Calvaro, Erik Kimermer, Matthew King, Erica Mendez, Jason Marsden, Sean Astin, Ben Shwartz, Rob Paulson, Patton Oswalt, Lena Haudrey, Trevor Duvall, James Urbaniak, etc.

[therootbeersprite]

There is no "Notable People" section, because it is one of the biggest cities in the world and the "Notable People" list is not one but THREE completely separate wiki pages.

A few highlights under the cut:

K.A. Applegate

Dave Eggers

Gary Gygax

Ernest Hemingway

Shel Silverstein

Al Capone

Gillian Anderson

Andre Braugher

Steve Carell

Steven Colbert

Tina Fey

Harrison Ford

Hugh Hefner

Jennifer Hudson

Bonnie Hunt (I took art classes with her niece)

Bernie Mac

John Mulaney

Bill Murray

Nichelle Nichols

Robin Williams

Oprah

Hillary Clinton

Rahm Emanuel

Barack Obama

Jesse Jackson

Anton LaVey

Chance the Rapper

Nat King Cole

Lupe Fiasco

R. Kelly

Chaka Khan

Patti Smith

Eddie Vedder

Pete Wentz

Kanye West

Michael Jordan

Derrick Rose

[dear-indies]

Voice Actors who support/ed Israel cuz I havent seen enough on your list

Rob Paulsen, Catherine Taber, Jessica Dicicco, Keith Silverstein (Pro Israel post)

Jen Cohn and Zachary Gordon (Zionist)

William Salyers and Steve Blum (defended Tara Strong)

Lori Alan (Signed a letter condemning Jonathan Glazer)

There's prolly more but these are the ones I can think of for now

thank you so much! i sadly can't find anything for jessica, william and steve so if anybody could throw me links i'd very much appreciate it. <3

[ulkaralakbarova]

Leon S. Kennedy and Claire Redfield must battle a rogue warrior seeking revenge after unleashing the deadly G-Virus, whilst a mutated monster goes on a rampage. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Leon S. Kennedy (voice): Paul Mercier Claire Redfield (voice): Alyson Court Angela Miller (voice): Laura Bailey Curtis Miller (voice): Roger Craig Smith Frederic Downing (voice): Crispin Freeman Senator Ron Davis (voice): Michael Sorich Ingrid Hunnigan (voice): Salli Saffioti Rani Chawla (voice): Michelle Ruff Rani’s aunt (voice): Mary Elizabeth McGlynn Greg Glenn (voice): Steve Blum WilPharma CEO (voice): Michael McConnohie U.S. President (voice): Kirk Thornton Various (voice): Cindy Robinson Various (voice): Dave Wittenberg Various (voice): Kari Wahlgren Various (voice): Kyle Hebert Various (voice): Barbara Goodson Various (voice): Keith Silverstein Various (voice): Yuri Lowenthal Various (voice): Megan Hollingshead Various (voice): Skip Stellrecht Various (voice): Troy Baker Various (voice): Karen Strassman Various (voice): JB Blanc Various (voice): Johnny Yong Bosch Greg Glenn / G-Curtis (motion capture): Derek Mears Film Crew: Executive Producer: Masao Takiyama Screenplay: Shoutarou Suga Director: Makoto Kamiya Sound Director: Yota Tsuruoka Editor: Ryuji Miyajima Layout: Nobuhito Sue Sound Designer: Koji Kasamatsu Production Manager: Yoshimi Sugiyama Costume Design: Kuniko Hôjô Compositor: Naoyuki Fujii Stunts: Satoshi Hakuzen Executive Producer: Haruhiro Tsujimoto Executive Producer: Keiji Inafune Original Music Composer: Tetsuya Takahashi Co-Producer: Hidenori Ueki Story: Hiroyuki Kobayashi CGI Director: Atsushi Doi Casting Producer: Michelle Ladd Stunts: Naohiro Kawamoto Storyboard Artist: Shinji Nishikawa Casting Producer: Thom Williams Producer: Taro Morishima Associate Producer: Scott Dolph Video Game: Shinji Mikami Stunts: Jersey Maki Itosu Sound Editor: Yoshiki Matsunaga Casting Producer: Hiroyuki Yoshida Compositor: Hiroki Ando Storyboard Artist: Kiyoshi Okuyama Production Manager: Sareana Sun Associate Producer: Daisuke Gomi Stunts: Koji Kawamoto Video Game: Kenichi Iwao Story Editor: Father Video Game: Tokuro Fujiwara Video Game: Takahiro Arimitsu Modelling Supervisor: Yoshiaki Hirabayashi Producer: Seiji Iseda Associate Producer: Aki Kiuchi Executive Producer: Ivan C. Shih Co-Executive Producer: Toshi Tokumaru Associate Producer: Mareo Yamada Production Design: Shiho Tamura Production Manager: Alena Fang Production Manager: Kumiko Oguri Second Assistant Director: Kentaro Fujisawa First Assistant Director: Gaku Nagao Prop Designer: Takumi Sakura Storyboard Artist: Hiromitsu Soma Dialogue Editor: Les Claypool III Character Designer: Kazuhiro Asakawa VFX Artist: Wu Bin Lighting Artist: Zhang Bei Modeling: Stacy Chang Lighting Artist: Peng Chao Modeling: Hsin-Che Chen Modeling: Soyoung Cheng Modeling: Chaucer Chiu Lighting Artist: Liu Dexin Compositor: Nobutaka Emoto Lighting Artist: Le Gao Compositing Lead: Tsubasa Harikae Lighting Artist: Yifang He Lighting Artist: Zhang Hongkun Animation: Ni Hongtao Stunts: Nobuhiro Inohara Post Production Producer: Yuuki Hashimoto Assistant Editor: Narihiko Kôno Movie Reviews: Andre Gonzales: It’s just like if I was watching the video game. Pretty cool movie. These are the 2 characters I remember the most because I loved Code Veronica so much.

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2023 Riot Fest Lineup Announced

The lineup for the 2023 version of Riot Fest has been announced. Full Lineup * 070 Shake * 100 Gecs * AFI * Ani DiFranco * Balance and Composure * Bayside * Bearings * Black Angels * Bowling for Soup * Braid * Caroline Rose * Cassyette * CK Vassi * Code Orange * Corey Feldman * Cults * Death Grips * Drain * Earth Crisis * Empire State Bastard * Enola Gay * Enter Shikari * Eshu Tune / Hannibal Buress * Fade ‘Em All * Fake Names * FEA * Finch * Fleshwater * Flogging Molly * Frank Turner & The Sleeping Souls * Free Throw * Godspeed You! Black Emperor * Gorilla Biscuits * H2O * Hawthorne Heights * Head Automatica * High Vis * Hotline TNT * Insane Clown Posse * Jehnny Beth * Just Friends * Just Mustard * Kim Gordon * LS Dunes * Microwave * Mr. Bungle * Nothing * nothing,nowhere. * Olivia Jean * Origami Angel * Parliament Funkadelic ft. George Clinton * Pennywise * Pinkshift * Plosivs * Pool Kids * PUP * Quasi * Quicksand * Ride * Rival Schools * Say Anything * Screaming Females * Silverstein * Sleep Token * Sludgeworth * Snapcase * Spitalfield * Steve Ignorant Band / Crass * Tegan and Sara * The Aquadolls * The Bobby Lees * The Breeders * The Bronx * The Dresden Dolls * The Exploited * The Gaslight Anthem * The Interrupters * The Used * The Wrecks * Thursday * Total Chaos * Viagra Boys * Warpaint * White Reaper * Yard Act Riot Fest announces an unbelievable 2023 line-up, featuring headliners Foo Fighters, The Cure, The Postal Service, Death Cab for Cutie, and Queens of the Stone Age. This stellar array of top-billed talent will be rounded out by Turnstile, The Mars Volta, Mr. Bungle, Tegan and Sara, 100 Gecs, The Gaslight Anthem, Death Grips, AFI and dozens of other fan favorites (full list below). Founded in 2005, Riot Fest has presented nearly 20 years of incredible musical performances, exclusive reunions, and more—including freak shows, Lucha Libre, panel discussions and late night shows, creating unique annual weekend experiences in one of the world’s greatest cities. For 2023, along with the return of carnival rides and last year’s hugely popular wedding chapel, Logan Arcade will be on hand with free vintage arcade games, hosted by Riot Pop!!. Tickets go on sale Tuesday, May 16th at 10am CDT, link here. https://riotfest.org/chicago/tickets/  Riot Fest takes place in Douglass Park, a scenic, historic park easily accessible on Chicago train and bus lines. In addition to Riot Fest’s music, rides and other attractions, Douglass Park is surrounded by diverse neighborhoods rich in culture, excellent food and drink options and more. LINE-UP: Friday 9/15: Foo Fighters, Turnstile Saturday 9/16: The Postal Service/Death Cab for Cutie, Queens of the Stone Age Sunday 9/17: The Cure, The Mars Volta --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/news/2023-riot-fest-lineup-announced/

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Alita: Battle Angel (Robert Rodriguez, 2019).

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safest with you

pairing: bodyguard!steve rogers x f!reader (brief mob boss!oc x f!reader)

genre: mob au; angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, adultery, cheating spouses, mentions of abusive households, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of marital non-con sex, domestic abuse, violence and murder. whew.

requested: nope

word count: ~8.5k

summary: y/n y/l/n is forced to marry a mobster named edmund silverstein, who turns out to be the worst husband ever. when someone attempts to assassinate y/n, he decides that y/n is in need of a bodyguard so he hires steve rogers to look after her. but y/n and steve start falling for each other and begin a secret relationship which, unfortunately, edmund finds out about. so it's okay when he cheats but it isn't when y/n does the same? steve fails to find the logic in that.

author's note: hiya peeps! my longest fic yet, i've been writing this for like... 8 days. really hope everyone likes it, enjoy!

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"Y/N, come downstairs this instant!"

Y/N looked up from the book she was holding. "What now," she muttered, keeping it away before trudging down the stairs, annoyed. She hated it when people interrupted her reading. "What, mother?" The second word, laced with sarcasm. "Lower your tone, miss," her mother hissed, "We have guests." That's when she noticed the three men sitting in front of her mother and her father.

The one in the middle, she'd seen him before. Alas, she didn't remember his name but she knew he was sort of like the Kingpin in the mob world. The God among men, the most revered and respected mobster of all time. "Hey, sweetheart," he winked at her as she sat next to her mom. "...Hi," she blinked after a pause. What was he doing here?

"You don't remember me? Wow, didn't think such people existed," he whistled, leaning back on his seat. "I know who you are," she bit back, "I just don't know your fucking name." She yelped when her mother slapped her arm. The man's eyebrows shot up. "Such language, my my my. Anyway, the name's Edmund, Edmund Silverstein," he chuckled.

Ah, that's it! Edmund Silverstein!

"Right, Mr Silverstein," she drawled, "Now that I've had the pleasure." A sneer took over her lips. "I shall take my leave." But as she got up to go Edmund grabbed her hand, pulling her back to him. She stumbled and fell right on top of his lap, clutching her heart. "What are you doing?" she asked, horrified.

He draped his arm over her waist and held on, his other hand coming to caress her cheek. "What's the rush? There's a thing we need to talk about with your mummy and daddy," he smirked and Y/N wiggled, begging him to let her go. "Afraid I can't do that, you'll just run again. So sit tight, angel, and listen to what your father has to say." His hold on her waist tightened, becoming uncomfortable.

Her father cleared his throat. "As you know, our family has a peaceful alliance with Mr Silverstein," he began. She agreed; they did, in fact, have one. "And um, recently we've got into some trouble so… we need you to marry Edmund." An incredulous sound escaped Y/N. "What?! Marry— what?! Dad! I'm still so fucking young, you want me to—"

"It's for everyone's benefit," he countered, "If you don't do this, we're doomed. We'll be killed, do you understand?! So if you want to save your life, and ours, marry Edmund by next week." Y/N shook her head. "First of all, I do not give a rat's ass about your lives." She gestured to both her parents. "Second, killing myself would be a better choice than—"

She did not get a chance to finish her sentence, for right at that second Edmund clamped his hand over her mouth. "How fucking dare you," he whispered in a menacing tone in her ear, "How fucking dare you say that?!" When he yelled the second question Y/N startled badly, starting to tremble on his lap. She had a condition; ever since she was born she had been terrified of loud noises.

Whether it be someone yelling, or even simply shouting with joy, she couldn't stand it. Hell, her own voice was soft, people always had to ask her to speak up when she talked. As for why she hated her parents, it was because… Growing up, Y/N was never allowed to leave the house. Never allowed to go beyond the front gates.

Her first (and only) friends were the butler and the housemaids. She grew up thinking it was normal; her parents made it seem that it was normal for kids to grow up cooped inside their houses, never allowed to leave and never permitted to make friends their age. Only when she became an adult did she realise how… not okay it was.

She got a phone at the age of 21, a few years ago. When she joined Instagram, the social media app, only then did she find out— She even reached out to a few people online, and they told her that yes, indeed, keeping her cooped up in the house was abusive and toxic.

She'd confronted her parents once about how they treated her but they deterred the topic, saying how they only did it out of love. Since then, her trust in her parents was ever-dwindling.

"Now don't be scared," Edmund crooned upon feeling her tremors, "I will keep you safe, princess, I promise your mum and dad." She took deep, shaky breaths, collapsing against his chest. He rubbed her back, turning apologetic looks unto Mr and Mrs Y/L/N. "I completely forgot she has a thing about loud noises. I'm sorry." They waved in dismissal.

"We're getting married whether you like it or not, sweetheart. Not only yours, but my head is at stake too." With that, he stood up and placed her down on the chair on which he was sitting, running his hand over her head. "See you." Pressing a small kiss on her forehead, he nodded at her parents and motioned to his goons, walking out of the room. They followed him out.

After they were gone, Mrs Y/L/N turned to Y/N. "Go to your room, you embarrassing piece of shit," she muttered and Y/N stood up, readily leaving. Once she was inside, she dramatically flung herself onto her bed, her book long forgotten as she buried her face in her arms, starting to sob.

One afternoon changed everything.

Her life, for the worse.

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"You may now kiss the bride."

The room politely clapped as Edmund took Y/N in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. Y/N, as much as she wanted to push him away, did not, kissing back. "Hello, Mrs Silverstein," he whispered cheekily and Y/N forced a laugh, giving him a smile. "Hey, hubby," she said, gagging when he looked away from her.

She did not want to marry him. Yes, he was kinda good-looking and close to her age but he was also a pompous asshole, a promiscuous bastard. He'd slept with half the city's girls already; probably even half the country's women. What if his habits continued even after marriage? Yes, sure, it was a contractual marriage but still, how would it look if her husband had nightly affairs with different women?

"Y'all continue your party, I'm taking my bride home." Y/N's eyes widened when he promptly lifted her up, draping her over his shoulder. "What, I—" She covered her ears when everyone shouted with glee, raising their glasses in toast. "On second thought," she muttered. Edmund easily carried her out of the hall and took her to his car, placing her down on the passenger seat.

"You look so beautiful in that dress, I swear, I've never wanted to ravish someone as hard as I've wanted you," he growled, hands grabbing her jaw as he kissed her deep and hard. Y/N panicked a little; marriage was a big no-no from the beginning but now she had to sleep with him? No, she didn't want to be one of his whores. Well, she was his wife, of course, but…

It was now expected of her to sleep with Edmund. So she sat quietly, letting him drive her to her new home.

As soon as they arrived at his place Edmund took her to his bedroom, throwing her down on the bed. Y/N pressured herself to enjoy what they were doing, however impossible it was. When he slid home, she kept her eyes and mouth shut tight. Sex was supposed to feel pleasurable; why, then, did it hurt so much?

Edmund didn't even wait for or care for her orgasm. When he was close to coming, he pulled out of her and stroked himself a couple times, coming all over her chest. "Ah, fuck, that was so hot," he groaned, slumping on the bed next to her. She wanted to scoff; hot? Nothing about what they'd done right then was hot. It has literally only been 10 minutes, what the fuck?

Y/N hadn't orgasmed even once. Deciding that she deserved at least that much, her hand went to her core, playing with clit until she finally orgasmed. After that, she got up and looked to her left; Edmund was fast asleep. No aftercare, nothing. Huffing, she slowly walked towards the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel on the way.

In the bath, she furiously rubbed her skin with a loofah and some soap, trying to discard the feel of his hands on her body. A few moments in, she felt tears pricking her eyes; not being born would've been a better boon than this hellish life that she was living. "Why, God?" she sniffled, covering her face with her hands as she sat in the steadily cooling water, crying all her feelings out.

When she got out of the bathroom, Edmund was still asleep, even snoring softly. She looked around; all her bags were downstairs, so she quietly put on one of Edmund's pants and a t-shirt of his, getting into bed with him. The whole morning had been tedious, she was also feeling very tired. Making sure to keep some distance between them, Y/N fell asleep.

She woke up hours later. Edmund was the one waking her up, saying dinner was ready. "Come on princess, let's get some dinner," he cooed and she sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. He took her hand, tugging her out of bed. She followed him downstairs and they went to the dining room where his housemaids were setting up the table.

"Did you have a good rest?" he asked her as they ate. Y/N silently nodded, not meeting his eyes. "Good, good." Y/N's mind drifted towards something; their honeymoon. Where would he be taking her? Somewhere nice, hopefully; she could use a good vacation. "What about—" she blurted out and he looked at her. "Hm?" She cleared her throat.

"What about our honeymoon?"

Edmund hissed, shaking his head. "I'm afraid we can't go anywhere, sweetheart, my schedule is packed, I've got a lot of work to do. No honeymoon. We'll go on vacation some other time," he spoke and Y/N's heart nearly stopped. So, from one house to another, she was still going to be cooped up? "Are you gonna keep me inside the house at all times too?"

He laughed. "No! Not at all, Y/N, you can go out, roam about, do whatever but don't disturb me, okay? I mean, you can always check on me, that will be nice but not a lot. I'm a busy man," he insisted. A little confused by his persistence, she nodded. The rest of the dinner went by silently.

After dinner, Y/N wasn't particularly sleepy. While Edmund went to bed, she stayed downstairs, going to the living room to get the book she'd been reading a week ago. "Peace at last," she muttered and sat on the couch, pulling her legs up before opening the book to the marked page, starting to read.

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Many months passed. Y/N had thought her life couldn't get more miserable, but oh, she'd spoken too soon. Turns out, Edmund's womanizing habits did not stop after marriage. Y/N had started keeping a diary, noting down what she'd found on him or his laundry on what day. She even attached photographs.

He slept with a different woman every other night; some days she found a lipstick stain on his shirt collar, some days she found hairs that were a colour different from hers…

Hell, the man had even come home smelling like one of the perfumes Y/N used to use before. She recognized that scent instantly and understood that he'd been with a woman that day. Her mental health deteriorated every single day; she got pitiful and sympathetic looks from the housemaids all the time, and also from the wives of the goons that worked for her husband.

Whenever she was out in public she got judged; oh look, there goes Mrs Silverstein the princess. Honestly, I don't understand how she keeps her cool knowing her husband is out sleeping with other women all the time. The truth was, she wanted to shout at him all the time. She wanted to confront him, to tell him off for sleeping with other women.

But she couldn't. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was something else, but she couldn't. He often bought expensive gifts for her when he came home from "business trips". She still allowed him to have sex with her, even though he was the worst partner she'd ever had in her life. Why? She couldn't tell.

Sometimes, she wanted to go out and date other men too. If he could do it then why shouldn't she?! One time she'd even complained about the same to one of the housemaids, but she'd told her that it was a bad idea. "You don't know what Mr Silverstein is like," she'd warned Y/N, "He thinks when he cheats, it's okay, it's a mistake. But when someone cheats on him, he gets… very upset."

Y/N had let out a genuine gasp when the housemaid told her that he'd once almost killed a woman when she cheated on him. He'd shot her in the stomach, but luckily, she made it out alive. So her going out with other men was out of question; she didn't want to die.

That day, Y/N was sitting in her room, getting ready to go out for a day of shopping. Edmund had given her his card, telling her to "go use it to your heart's content". "Buy an entire new wardrobe, even. I love you, sweetheart." Love. That word had lost all meaning for her; if he truly did love her, then he'd stop fucking other women. Of course, that was never gonna happen.

She'd never repeated those words to him. After putting on her footwear, Y/N left the room and went outside, sending the driver a small smile. She told him what mall she wanted to go to and he dropped her there. Now she was all alone; the mall was crowded, and there were so many beautiful shops that she didn't know where to begin her shopping.

She started out with clothes. Going into the first brand-name shop she found, she looked through the clothes, smiling. At that store, she ended up buying three tops, two skirts and four dresses; after paying for them, Y/N grabbed the bags and left. But as she walked she unfortunately didn't notice someone following her.

That someone was from Edmund's rival mob. He had a revolver, and was looking for the perfect opportunity to end the woman's life. Soon he got his chance; Y/N stopped outside a shoe store to window shop. He instantly whipped out the revolver and pointed it at her, shooting her twice in the back.

Y/N, when the first bullet collided with her body, cried out in pain and fell to her knees, the bags slipping through her hands. A few people rushed over to see what had happened; many terrified gasps and screams went around the place as people surrounded her. "She's been shot!" someone yelled loudly, "Call an ambulance, quickly!"

While usually she'd have minded someone yelling so loud, she was rapidly losing consciousness, breathing hard and heavy to keep herself awake. "My phone's in my purse," she gasped out to the person that had yelled, "The password is 7744, call Edmund Silverstein." He instantly grabbed her purse and dug through it, pulling out her phone.

He entered the passcode and when the phone unlocked, instantly went to the contacts app and scrolled, finding Edmund's number. "Hello? Is this Edmund Silverstein?" Edmund picked up the call on the other end, pausing the meeting he was having with his goons. "Who is this? Why do you have my wife's phone?" he scowled. But when he heard the reason, his eyes went wide.

"She's been what?! Okay, okay, I'll be there in a short while, thank you." He ended the call and turned to his men. "Y/N was shot," he whispered, "She has been taken to the nearby hospital, we're ending this meeting here. I need to go." So he cared about her? Of course not. It was his reputation at stake, again; what would people say if he behaved so carelessly when his wife got shot?

What would Mr Y/L/N say? Mr Y/L/N's mob was the second best around; if he lost their support, his rank would plummet. So he instantly rushed to the hospital, running towards her room only to be stopped by the doctor outside. "She's currently undergoing surgery, you need to wait here." Edmund sat impatiently, his foot vibrating as he waited for the operation to end.

Mr and Mrs Y/L/N showed up soon. "How is she?" Mrs Y/L/N asked tearfully, rushing to Edmund. "I don't know. Gah, I should have gone with her to the mall, shouldn't have sent her alone. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry." Mr Y/L/N shook his head. "You had an important meeting, it isn't your fault. Let's just pray for the best."

Their prayers worked, for an hour later, the doctor allowed them to go inside the room, where Y/N was alive and awake. She was laying down on the bed, her upper body propped up by pillows, staring out of the window. "Y/N!" She turned her head and saw Edmund running into the room. He sat next to her and hugged her, kissing her neck.

"Fuck, I was so worried," he whispered, "You almost gave me a heart attack! I'm so glad you're safe." Lies. Y/N knew they were lies. Even still, she played along, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's fine, I'm okay," she muttered. "This is not okay, you were severely hurt, you could have died— you need a bodyguard. I'll hire someone, he'll be your bodyguard."

"Edmund, I don't—"

"But you do! Ever since we got married, the risks to your life have increased tenfold, and that's putting it gently. You can't leave the house alone, Y/N; I'm not saying don't leave the house ever, but while going, you need to take someone with you. Someone who will keep you safe, and be alert at all times— who better than a bodyguard?"

His words did make sense. "Okay, okay, fine." After staying with her for a while, Edmund left the hospital. Minutes later, even her parents were gone. Y/N sobbed as she sat alone in her hospital room, covered in bandages. Why couldn't she just have died?!

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"Good morning, Y/N, come sit, have some breakfast."

A few weeks passed. Y/N's back had healed nicely, she was now able to walk around the house without support. But that day, as Y/N walked into the dining room, she saw another man sitting next to her husband at the dining table.

He was… extremely handsome. Baby blue eyes, a strong jawline, longish dirty blond hair and amazing facial hair. His thick, full beard looked so lush and soft; Y/N kept staring, her gaze going lower. He was well built; the t-shirt he was wearing was clearly tight on him, defining his biceps and chest. Even the outline of his abs was visible under the tee.

"This is Steve Rogers, your bodyguard from now on."

Unbeknownst to her, Steve was doing the exact same thing she was; his gaze travelled over her body, taking in her tank top, her shorts and her appealing figure. Her face was the prettiest to him; he knew how poorly Edmund treated his wife and he resented the man for it.

But he pitied Y/N. That was one of the reasons why he'd even taken up the job. Not out of respect for Edmund, but out of sympathy for his wife. Y/N slowly sank into the seat in front of Steve, nodding at him. "Nice to meet you, Mr Rogers. I'm Y/N Silverstein." He smiled at her endearing ways. "Mrs Silverstein." That title, like poison on his tongue.

"He's gonna move into the guest bedroom today," Edmund spoke, completely unaware of the looks Y/N and Steve were sharing. "That's nice," Y/N mumbled, glancing once at Steve before starting to eat. Steve also continually stole glances at Y/N as he ate, observing her mannerisms. She was… demure. Naïve, even. Her face had a placid look on it, which irritated him.

Anyone in the same room as Edmund should have their blood boiling. He didn't know how she handled being with him all the time, sleeping in the same room as him… Just the thought made him shiver. "So, Mr Rogers, how long have you been working with Edmund?" He looked up and saw a small smile on Y/N's face.

He smiled back. "I don't work for anyone, Mrs Silverstein, but I offered to help Mr Silverstein because—" He took a pause. "Because the attack on you was deadly. Cowardly, but deadly." Y/N hummed, noticing the pause. Edmund did not give two fucks; he was busy shoveling food into his mouth at light speeds. After he was done, he stood up.

"Darling, make sure our new roomie is comfortable at our place, I'll be going now," he said. "Yes, sir," Y/N murmured, barely disguising her disgust as he gave her a kiss. "Love you, see you later!" With that, he left the room. As soon as he was gone, Y/N made a face, wiping her face clean with the cloth napkin kept in front of her, seemingly forgetting she wasn't alone.

When she heard a chuckle coming from in front of her, she paused and looked up, horrified. But Steve was smiling; he hadn't smiled this genuinely in ages. "No, don't be terrified, I understand completely. He gets on my nerves too." A beat passed and Y/N smiled. "Really? Then why did you accept this job?" He leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms.

"Because you need protection. I didn't take the job for him, I took it for you."

For the first time in forever, butterflies pooled in her stomach. Steve had made her feel what Edmund hadn't been able to for months— liked. Appreciated. "Really? Um, thank you," she mumbled, a small giggle escaping past her lips as she looked down at her lap, flustered. Steve smiled wider at her behaviour.

"Seriously, no one should be treated how he treats you. I mean, hey, you fucking married the woman, if you didn't want her then you should've found some other way to solve your fucking problem, my guy," Steve huffed dramatically, pleased to hear another titter from her. Anything to make her feel happy again. "He still…" she blurted out, "He still has sex with me."

Now that caught Steve off-guard. "Excuse me, what?" he whispered and Y/N looked up, surprised to see his smile gone. "Yeah. He insists, I mean— you're my wife, how dare you say no, etc. I don't— is that not normal?" Steve's jaw dropped in shock. So aside from mentally torturing her, he was also physically torturing her?!

"Mrs Silverstein." Steve twisted uncomfortably in his chair. "May I ask a question? It may be a little personal…" She figured she had nothing to lose. "Go ahead, Mr Rogers." He cleared his throat. "Do you… when you two have intercourse, do you enjoy it? Like, is it pleasurable, at all? I'm sorry for being too intrusive." Y/N grimaced, shaking her head.

"Um, no, it's fine. It's… it's not pleasurable. I don't like to have sex with him. I hate it. He's not even good at it! But I know I can't say no, I'm his wife, it's expected of me to sleep with him whenever he asks." Steve's blood started running hot. How fucking dare he? He wanted to shout, "No it's not expected of you to sleep with him when he asks, he's raping you!"

But he kept his mouth shut. It would be too much for one day; plus, they'd just met. What if she lashed out on him for even suggesting such a thing, even though that is what it was in the first place? "Ah, I see. So, um, my room…?" Y/N gasped and stood up. "Of course! Let me show you to your room, Mr Rogers." The two left the dining room, going upstairs.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in their rooms. Y/N read a book, while Steve, after roaming the house once, took a nap. As 4 pm rolled near, Y/N checked the time and stood up. She had planned on going shopping again that day, since that was the only activity she found peace and solace in.

Browsing through many items, visiting different shops… She loved it. But she'd not been to the mall in ages, all because Edmund wouldn't let her go. Now that Steve could come along, there was no harm in going there, right?

Before starting to get ready, Y/N went to Steve's room, knocking on the door. He looked up from where he was going through his social media and opened the door, smiling at Y/N. "Yes, Mrs Silverstein? Is everything okay?" She gave him a smile. "I'm actually planning on going shopping right now, and I wondered…" Steve didn't need to hear the rest of the sentence.

"I'll be ready in five minutes."

Y/N went back to her room giddy with excitement. She didn't know what it was, they'd met just that morning, but she felt happy around Steve. She felt at ease, she felt excited, and safe around him. After months, she felt like dressing up again. So Y/N took the most refreshing bath, pampered herself, put on her best dress, jewellery, makeup and also donned her best pair of heels.

Then she tied her hair up into a ponytail, keeping her ears and neck adorned with jewellery visible. Finally, an hour later, she went downstairs.

As promised, Steve had gotten ready in five minutes; meaning, for 55 minutes he’d been sitting in the living room, waiting for Y/N. But he didn’t complain once; when she walked downstairs, the clicking of her heels made him turn to her. And his jaw nearly dropped when he saw her. She looked… like a goddess. He couldn’t help but stare, his gaze appreciatively raking over her figure. Y/N’s cheeks burned under his intense gaze.

Get it together, he’s your bodyguard!

Get it together, you work for her!

He cleared his throat, meeting her eyes. “I, uh, you look nice,” he stammered, “Shall we?” She nodded and the two of them walked out of the house, heading towards the parking lot. But Y/N turned to Steve when they neared the car. “You can drive, right?” Steve chuckled, shoving his hands in the pocket of his trousers. “Very well.”

“Ah, that’s nice! So, um, Edmund took the driver with him this morning and I don’t really know how to drive, so—”

“I’ll take you, Mrs Silverstein.” She grinned at him and handed him the car keys. Like a proper gentleman, Steve first opened the door to the passenger seat for her, shutting the door when she got in. Only then did he get into the car, next to her on the driver’s seat. “Buckle up,” he joked, making her laugh as they both put their seatbelts on.

The driver Edmund had hired never followed safety protocol. Hell, she’d come close to dying on the street via a car accident multiple times, he drove recklessly but Edmund liked him, so he was never fired. Steve, on the other hand… He turned out to be a much better driver, driving carefully yet fast. The car ride to the mall was amazing. He even let her operate the radio, saying, “I’ll be happy with whatever song you play.”

Why couldn’t she have met Steve sooner? Soon they arrived at the mall; Steve parked the car and got out, opening the door for her again. When she stumbled in her heels, not having worn them for months, Steve easily grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, steadying her. Her blood rushed to her face and she apologised, pulling away.

“Don’t worry, it’s my duty to protect you, even against small injuries.” What was Steve making her feel? With him behind her, she walked into the mall, more carefree than she’d ever been. She first went to a clothes store, like the previous time.

“Mr Rogers, you can sit down if you want, you’ll tire yourself out,” she laughed when he followed her all around, even as she browsed through the racks. “But Mrs Silverstein, I’ll be worried if you’re not in my sights. That is, unless, I’m bothering you—” She swiftly shook her head no. “No no, it’s okay.” As they walked together, Y/N spotted a wonderful baby blue top. She rushed to it, picking it up.

“What do you think?” she blurted out, showing the top to Steve. His eyebrows shot up. “Man, my taste in women’s fashion is not that good, but… I bet it’ll look nice on you,” he shrugged, a big smile on his face. “Really? Well, I’ll go try it out!” Steve held his hand out. “I’ll hold it for you.” She handed him the top, looking around some more.

She found two more tops, four pairs of trousers and one skirt to try out. “This is the limit of the dressing room, I think,” she sighed as she draped the skirt over the mountain of clothes Steve was carrying. To him, it was like holding a couple of grapes. “I’ll wait here, you can go try it out.” He took her to the dressing rooms.

Y/N wanted to ask him to stay, but she thought it would be a little inappropriate. After all, he wasn’t her husband or her boyfriend, he was a bodyguard. And some of the clothing she’d picked out was… provocative, to say the least. What would everybody think if someone caught her putting on a fashion show for him, and not her husband? So she tried on all her clothes by herself.

But one of the tops she’d picked out had a zipper on the back, which unfortunately, she couldn’t reach. Plus she’d taken off her bra to wear it, since it wouldn’t have looked nice from the front. Panicking a little, she turned to the door. Should she call Steve? Well, he was her only choice, and she really wanted the top, so… Poking her head out the door, she loudly called out, “Steve?”

He appeared in front of her in an instant. “What happened?” he asked worriedly, his pale cheeks becoming red when Y/N told him the reason. “Y-You want me to… well, uh, open the door, turn around,” he stuttered, the breath leaving his lungs when she did. “Your mistress, not your girlfriend, your boss, not your wife, your mistress, not your…” he kept chanting in his head as he zipped the top.

“Done.” She looked at herself in the mirror, eyes lighting up with joy. The sheer happiness on her face made Steve smile as well; the top looked wonderful on her, but nothing could come close to her smile if he compared things that were pretty. “Buying it?” “Yup!” Steve left the room and Y/N changed into her original clothes.

Then she carried all her tryout clothes out, handing them to Steve. “I’m buying all of these!” Steve laughed along as the two walked to the cashier. With three bags full of clothes, the two of them left the store. “Ah, their new collection was so pretty! Let’s go to the jewellry store now, I want to buy some new rings.” He smiled. “As you wish, Mrs Silverstein.”

In the jewellery store, as Y/N browsed some necklaces, Steve went to check out the rings. He looked through them, smiling. Judging by the jewellery she was wearing at the time, he could tell that she loved silver instead of gold. So he picked some silver rings that he thought would look good on her, and carried them over to Y/N. "Mrs Silverstein."

She turned and gasped when she saw him holding five rings. "These are adorable," she crooned, "Thank you, Mr Rogers!" She tried on all of them, loving each and every one. Steve had impeccable taste, truly. "I love all of them, I'm buying them all," she said as a matter-of-fact, giving him a huge grin. "Ah, um, that's nice," Steve chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

Along with the five rings, she bought a necklace and two pairs of earrings. That was the only good thing about marrying Edmund; she got to spend as much money as she wanted because he always gave her a card to cover his atrocities. "Should we eat something at the cafeteria?" Steve questioned when they left the jewellery shop, because just then Y/N's stomach growled.

"I'd love to have a burger, let's go," she smiled and the two of them went to the cafeteria. There was a McDonald’s at the food court, and Y/N looked at Steve. “Does McD sound okay? I’ve not been there in ages!” He grinned. “Yeah sure, we can go there.” The two of them walked to the place.

Since it was a weekday, and office timings on top of that, the place was fairly empty. The two of them immediately found themselves in front of the cashier instead of having to stand in a big line. “Welcome to McDonald’s, how may I help you?” the cashier smiled. Y/N told her her order, which she noted down. “And for your husband?”

At that both Steve and Y/N paused. “He’s— he’s not my husband,” Y/N chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck as Steve looked away, clearing his throat. “Ah, boyfriend, I’m sorry, sir,” she chuckled and Steve looked at her, eyes wide. “I— yeah, yeah,” he stammered. It was better to let her assume than explain what was actually going on.

He gave the cashier his order as well and she gave the couple another smile. “Please wait, your order will be with you soon.” Y/N nodded and they went to sit at one of the tables. “I’m sorry about back there,” he blurted out immediately as they sat. “Don’t be, it’s better to let her assume than explain all the shit of the past few months,” Y/N chuckled, waving her arm in dismissal. They sat in silence after that.

Y/N was flustered beyond belief. Steve was already having an effect on her, and when the cashier assumed he was her husband? She was done for. Why couldn't you have been my husband, Steve?

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5 more months passed. Next month, it would have been Y/N and Edmund's 1 year anniversary. Steve still worked for the Silversteins; only, something had changed between him and Y/N. There were lingering gazes and prolonged touches; whenever Y/N happened to stumble Steve caught her, but his hold on her arm or waist lasted a tad bit longer.

Whenever they were out in public, Y/N held his arm, or just touched him in a way that was appropriate. Neither could deny what they felt for each other, what they had been feeling for each other since day one. Until one day, the tension finally broke.

They were at home that day; Edmund was out as usual, and Y/N and Steve were sitting in the garden of the mansion. Y/N was laying down on a picnic blanket looking at the cloudy sky while Steve sat next to her, a book in his hand. Her neck started hurting after a while, so she lifted her head and placed it on Steve's lap. He looked away from his book, and at her.

She wasn't looking at him. Smiling softly to himself, he kept reading as well but his hand reached up, running over her head. "Steve…" she sighed blissfully and he paused, making her look up at him. Y/N couldn't take it anymore. She wanted Steve, and she wanted him now. Especially since she knew that he returned her feelings.

Y/N sat up and straddled his lap, causing the book to fall from his hands. "Mrs Si—" he began but she shushed him, placing her index finger on his lips. "Y/N. Y/N, Steve," she whispered and he grabbed her hand, kissing her wrist. "Y/N. What are you doing?" he questioned as she snuggled closer to him, hugging him. "I want you," she mumbled, "I want you so bad, Steve…"

He knew. And he wanted her too. Also, knowing that Edmund was cheating on her on the daily was… it made it seem as though what he wanted to do to Y/N was not wrong. Justified. "Doll," he breathed out, "I want you too." He hugged her, rubbing her back. "Then take me, please, I'm all yours," she insisted, "Edmund has not made me feel in a year what you made me feel in one day."

He cupped her face. "All mine," he mumbled, "My doll." Steve leaned over and kissed her, still holding her face. She kissed back readily, her arms going around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Soon they pulled away breathless; Steve looked her in the eyes, caressing her face. "Do you really, really want this, Y/N?" She pressed her lips to his again.

"I've never been surer about anything."

"Good." With that he stood up; Y/N squealed when he carried her just how Edmund had on the day of their marriage. But this… it definitely felt much better than that. He took her to his bedroom and gently placed her down in the middle of his bed, kissing her again. "Today's all about you, sweetheart," he murmured as he began kissing his way down her body.

"Oh, Steve," she whined softly as his hands roamed her body. "You complain about how Edmund is the worst partner you've been with, well now let me show how a good partner treats the woman he is with. After I'm done you'll feel like a fucking Goddess, sweetheart, that's my promise to you." He started taking off her clothes, starting with her t-shirt.

“Look at this body,” he praised, “Look how beautiful you are, I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself.” As soon as her upper body was bare he leaned in, starting to press feather-light kisses to her collarbones. He went lower still and brushed his lips against the valley of her breasts, making a shiver run up Y/N’s spine. “Steve,” Y/N gasped when he took a nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking on it.

“I’m a lucky man,” he mumbled to himself, sitting up to take off his shirt. Y/N’s hands reached up involuntarily, her nails raking over his sturdy, hairy chest. A low growl escaped Steve’s lips at the feel and he threw his head back in ecstasy.

His hands went down to the band of her sweatpants; he yanked them lower, pulling her panties off along with them. He placed his hands on her hips and bent forward, giving Y/N a deep kiss. “Do you want me to eat you out, angel?” he asked smugly, pleased to see the flustered look on her face. She nodded shakily, but Steve tutted. “Talk to me. Yes or no?” Y/N met his yes.

“Yes,” she squeaked out, burying her face in her hands. Steve laughed softly and pushed the hands away, kissing her again. Her lips were like drugs; he was addicted already. “Good girl,” he whispered before laying down flat on his stomach, his face lined up with her wet, dripping core. “So wet for me, I love it,” he spoke amusedly, running his fingers up and down her lips.

Her hips jumped up when his finger collided with her core. “Ah ah, don’t move,” he warned her, “I want to enjoy you thoroughly, you moving isn’t gonna help.” With that, he leaned in and licked a thick stripe from her core all the way to her clit. A loud moan slipped past Y/N’s lips and her hands reached up to grab his hair. “Steve, fuck!” she screamed as he passionately ate her out. She tasted like strawberries.

“So fucking sweet, I can do this all day,” he groaned, “Mm, fuck.” He continued his ministrations until Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. “Steve, I’m gonna cum,” she whined pathetically, her legs closing around his head. He grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, somehow increasing the pace of his actions. That did it for her. With a shout of his name Y/N let go, spilling all over his tongue as her body slumped down on the bed.

It was easily her best orgasm ever. Steve definitely knew what he was doing, and he did it well. “Tired, angel?” Steve sat up, licking his lips clean. He lay down on top of her and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself. “N-No,” she stammered; she wanted more, she wanted to feel him inside her. “What’s on your mind?” She looked up at him. “I— I want—” He hummed, holding her close. “Say it clearly.”

“I want to feel you inside me,” she blurted out and he grinned. “Exactly what I’ve been waiting to hear. I promise I’ll be careful.” He took off his trousers and boxer briefs, allowing his cock to jump free. When Y/N’s eyes landed on it, she nearly gasped. Is it even possible for someone to be this big?

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded. “Yes, I do, Steve.” Steve pushed her down until she was lying flat on her back, and then climbed on top of her. “It might sting a little,” he muttered as he took his cock in one hand, lining it up with her core. He then pushed in, and Y/N hissed.

Considering his size, of course it burned. But when he bottomed out inside her, all the pain was replaced by pleasure. With Edmund, the pain never really left and pleasure was non-existent. With Steve, it was the opposite. “Oh, Steve,” Y/N whimpered when he began rocking his hips back and forth. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Steve whined, dropping his head to her shoulder. He buried his face in her neck, leaving love bites in his wake.

Y/N’s entire body moved according to Steve’s thrusts. She held onto his biceps, small whimpers escaping past her lips here and there as she neared her second orgasm. “I’m already close,” Steve grunted at one point, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” Y/N’s breathing became laboured as she ran her fingers through Steve’s hair. “Let go with me.”

Somehow their orgasms lined up. Just as Y/N came, moaning Steve’s name, he pulled out of her and stroked himself a couple times, spilling his release all over her stomach and chest. Both of them took a minute to calm themselves down; Steve got up and went to his wardrobe, pulling out a clean towel. He ran it under hot water and went back to the bed, cleaning Y/N and himself up.

“That was so good, Stevie,” Y/N giggled when he put on his boxers and sat next to her. He chuckled and pulled her closer to him, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “You’re also the best partner I’ve been with,” he confided her in, “I wish it didn’t have to be like this, I wish we could date openly.” Y/N sighed and snuggled into his arms. “I wish it so bad, too.” They sat snuggled up for a long time, until Y/N had to go back to her room.

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The one year anniversary came and went by. Edmund wasn’t home for it, and Y/N was pretty sure he’d forgotten. She, instead, spent the day with Steve, both of them going on a one day trip to an amusement park. Ever since the first time, they had sex almost every other night; Y/N was happier than ever. He treated her nice, catered to her every whim in bed and was also such a thoughtful boyfriend.

Until one day, when Edmund just had to ruin everything.

Steve and Y/N were in her bedroom; once again, Steve was reading a book that she recommended while Y/N, her head on his lap, was fast asleep, taking an afternoon nap. Unbeknownst to them, Edmund had come home early that day. He entered the house and looked around. Hm. Where was his wife? In her bedroom, obviously! Smiling, he went to her room but when he opened the door, he froze.

Steve looked up as well, and both of them stared at each other. Edmund saw the way his wife was curled up against Steve, safely tucked away in his arms as she slept without a care in the world. It was clear to him that the two were definitely more than mistress and bodyguard. And he felt unfathomable rage over the fact. Oh, so suddenly, he wasn’t good enough for her?

“What the fuck is going on?” Edmund whispered dangerously. But Steve stood his ground, glaring back at him. “Exactly what you think, motherfucker.” A smirk bloomed on the blond’s face as Edmund started visibly shaking with anger. “That’s my fucking wife!” he roared, “How dare you?” Hearing the scream Y/N was startled awake, and she instantly scrambled towards Steve, who gladly held her.

“Stop yelling, you’re scaring your wife,” Steve snarked and Edmund stomped his foot like a spoiled toddler. “Y/N,” he addressed her, “I’m your husband. Is this how you’re supposed to treat me?!” Y/N’s eyes filled with tears at his harsh and loud tone, and Steve saw red. “Well a husband has duties towards his wife too!” he snapped and Edmund turned to him.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Steve stood up, towering over the man as he crossed his arms. “Do you think she doesn’t know of your nightly affairs with different women? Do you think she’s so dumb that she doesn’t know you’re out cheating on her every damn day? And she finds one person—” He pointed to himself, “Who treats her right, who’ll do anything to have her, and you lose your shit?”

Edmund’s nostrils flared. “We’re bloody married!” he countered. “Well start acting like her fucking husband then!” Steve yelled, immediately regretting it as Y/N sniffled. He turned to her and sat next to her, pulling her into his arms. “I’m sorry, dove,” he whispered, rubbing her back as she tried to catch her breath.

“I love you, Steve.” Both Steve and Edmund paused. “I love you too, “Y/N, I love you so much,” he smiled back and Y/N grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss. She wanted to make a point in front of Edmund— I don’t want you anymore, I have Steve. Edmund’s blood was boiling; how dare she say those three words to some other man and not her husband?

He couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing Y/N’s arm, he yanked her up and slapped her straight across the face. “You never say that to me, how dare you say that to him?!” he shouted at her. It happened so suddenly that Steve couldn’t react on time; but when he realised what had just happened his being filled with murderous rage.

Steve pushed Edmund away from her with such force that the man stumbled backwards, falling on his ass. He couldn’t even say anything; he knew if he spoke, all that would come would be expletives and such derogatory remarks that his mom would faint on the spot. Steve stood above the man and planted a kick right at his crotch, causing Edmund to groan in pain.

He kept kicking and kicking until Edmund passed out from the pain. Y/N kept watching, horrified, but she couldn’t look away. Steve, his eyes glowing red out of hatred for Edmund, knelt on the ground next to him and started throwing punches at his face. Edmund’s face was disfigured; nose broken in several directions, jaw broken and face lathered in blood. Steve couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Why did Edmund think it was a good idea to slap Y/N in front of him? Soon something shiny caught Steve’s eye in Edmund’s pocket; pulling it out, Steve smirked when he saw a gun. “Close your eyes, princess,” he warned Y/N, “This sight is not about to be pretty at all.”

That was the last time Edmund ever bothered her.

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“Good morning, Stevie!”

Steve smiled sleepily as he walked down the stairs, seeing his girlfriend in the kitchen cooking up some breakfast. 2 years had passed since Steve murdered Y/N’s ex-husband in cold blood; they’d now moved to a different city, away from all their previous associates, to start a new life much better than the last.

Y/N had not seen her parents in two years; those were the happiest years of her life. She only needed Steve, he was enough. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I made your favourite blueberry pancakes!” she told him and he smiled again. “Thank you baby, you’re the best!”

The two of them were living a comfortable life; with Y/N having won all of Edmund’s assets in the most satisfying of all court cases, neither of them needed to have a job for the time being. They were enjoying life, even thinking about starting a family and roaming the world.

“What do you wanna do after breakfast?”

“Oh, I’ve made plans with Cassandra and Suzy, the three of us are going shopping.”

“Shopping, again?! Aw, man, I wanted to spend the afternoon cuddled up with you… anyway, are Tom and Mitch going to be there too?”

“Yes, who’s gonna carry our bags?”

“Fair point. I’ll join you.”

“Yay! I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N, more than you’ll ever know.”

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