#steve saga hot takes

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DILF!Steve concert saga, featuring Eddie POV for this part! part 1, part 2

"I have to open it."

"Nope."

"Gareth. I need to open it."

"The vault is sacred," Archie says.

At the same time, Jeff chimes in, "The vault was your idea, Eddie."

Eddie thunks his head against the wall. "I know. But I need-"

"They're on the last song," Archie says, putting a hand on Eddie's shoulder. It's probably meant to be comforting, but it feels patronizing as shit.

Eddie is a good friend, though. He doesn't shrug him off.

"Once they're through, I'll unlock it," Jeff says, dangling the key slung around his neck.

"But you could do it now," Eddie protests.

Gareth sits protectively on top of the black lock box. "Absolutely not."

Eddie sighs and waits for the guitar solo onstage to end, nodding his head along to the beat.

It's what he usually does when they're backstage, but this time, it brings a smile to his face. Miss Anna was a natural yesterday for her first time headbanging, and her dad is the reason Eddie wants to break the sacred vault tradition.

He wants, no, needs to know if he got the note. If he decided to write something. If he wants to go a little further than PG flirting.

Eddie for sure wants to go further than that. God. Steve's handsome face and his big hands and his thick thighs (deliciously exposed by his shorts in the summer heat) are all wonderful incentives to skip a few steps and go straight to ramming him into a mattress.

Or, with how that shirt clung to Steve's biceps and how his shorts clung to his ass, let him ram Eddie into the mattress. He isn't picky.

(He isn't desperate, either, thank you very much, Gareth. And no, he won't admit how long it's been since he got laid.)

From the house, the audience roars, and Eddie jumps off the arm of the couch he was laying on.

Gareth sighs and gets off the lock box.

"Jeff, open it," Eddie says, staring at the vault and subconsciously making grabby hands toward it.

"Is that how we ask?"

"I could always yank the key off you."

Archie sighs and, ever the peacemaker, takes the key from Jeff and unlocks the vault. The second it's open, Eddie snatches his phone and turns it on.

Please please please let the DILF text back, he thinks to himself as he waits for this stupid metal brick to turn on and give him a resolution to this whole ridiculous situation.

Because, first, Eddie doesn't really jive with kids. Sure, they flock to him in the same way they flock to every other vaguely cool-looking person, but aside from asking if he has to draw his tattoos on every day or if his mommy is okay with him having his hair that long, they generally leave him alone.

And that's okay. Eddie easily made his peace with not having kids about ten years ago. Between his strong preference for men and the way that significantly decreases those odds and the choice to not pass on his truly abysmal family history of mental illness and addiction, it seemed obvious and a lot more selfless.

But Anna was cool as hell. Smart as hell, too, in a way that made Eddie feel like he was looking back at a time before school punished him for being bright and verbose and energetic.

Anna didn't make him want kids. Again, the whole family history thing is a real vibe killer. But she did give him enough fuel, for just an instant, to think that dating someone with a kid might not be a deal breaker anymore.

Or maybe Steve was just that hot.

He whined a lot yesterday, in the hotel, about how hot Steve was.

His phone turns on, and, front and center, is a text from an unknown number:

I guess I don’t have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we’re even on that front, I’m a teacher, and Anna’s full time job is preschool.

Eddie grins so hard he feels like his face will split in two.

"Is it him?" Jeff asks, trying to look over Eddie's shoulder.

"Of course it is," Gareth scoffs. "Look at his face."

"What did he say?" Archie asks.

Eddie takes the easier way out and lets him have the phone.

Gareth and Jeff crowd over Archie's shoulders, and Eddie watches their faces change as they read the message.

"Oh, he's bitchy," Gareth says.

"That means he's perfect," Jeff says, with a pointed look at Eddie.

Eddie shoots Archie a clear "back me up" look and gets a shrug in return because all his friends are assholes who know his type way too fucking well.

"What do I say?" he asks.

Archie tosses him the phone. "I don't know. Flirt back."

"I don't know how!"

"You ground against a guitar-"

"And kissed me onstage," Jeff continues. "But you don't know how to flirt?"

Eddie puts his head in his hands. "I didn't have enough sex in high school to know how to do this!"

"That's not an excuse when none of us did!" Gareth says.

Jeff barks out a laugh.

"Just ask if he's free tomorrow," Archie says, like the rational, wonderful friend he is. "This was the last stop of tour. It's not like you have to get anywhere else at a specific time."

"Okay. Okay, yeah, I can do that," Eddie says, hyping himself up. Before he can second guess himself, he writes back.

Since it's summer, I'm assuming you both have off. Can you fit it in your busy schedule to have dinner with a humble musician tomorrow night?

"Oh, shit, did you send it?" Gareth asks, snatching his phone.

"Wait," Archie says, like the rational, horrible friend he is. "Do we know if he's single?"

"Oh, shit," Jeff whispers.

Eddie takes his phone back and refuses to look at it. He wants to shut it down. He wants to drop it. He wants to drive to nearest river and throw it there.

"Am I a homewrecker?" he asks absently.

"Only if you succeed," Jeff says.

"He might have a wife," Archie muses. "He might be straight."

"Okay, dude, enough," Gareth says. "This was supposed to be exciting! Eddie was supposed to get ass!"

"He might be ace."

"Archie, shut the fuck up."

He holds his hands up in surrender, and Jeff pats his shoulder, a little comfortingly, a lot condescendingly.

Eddie sits down on the couch. Puts his head in his hands. Breathes.

He's flirting with a married man. He's absolutely flirting with a married man. This is a new low. This is worse than the time he licked the floor of a restaurant, drunk, for five bucks. This is worse than when he greened out in the parking lot of a Chuck E. Cheese. This is worse than when he accidentally told the gas station cashier that he loved them and immediately walked into the glass door behind him.

This is. So bad.

And then his phone rings, so it'll get worse. It has to. That's how these things go.

Eddie has always been self-destructive, so, of course, he looks at the screen.

I can't swing dinner, but how's lunch? Fair warning: it might be a playground picnic if my babysitter bails.

"Holy shit, I'm not a homewrecker," Eddie says.

"I didn't think you had it in you," Jeff says.

"He's single!" Gareth cheers.

"Can I talk now?" Archie teases.

"I'm not a homewrecker!" Eddie says, and he launches off the couch to hug the nearest person, who happens to be Jeff.

They have to get out of the venue. He has to figure out the logistics of the date and how to be normal by the time he gets there and what to wear and everything else.

But, right now, Eddie is over the fucking moon that Steve is even giving him a shot. And he hopes, giddy as all hell and hanging off of Jeff's shoulders, that Steve feels even a little bit like this.

He writes back, once he's calmed down:

Lunch might just become my new favorite meal.

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So freaking happy someone is writing wandanat, I get so tired of all reader insert stuff. Can you write one where G!PNatasha takes Wanda to her first club to celebrate her birthday and some hot dom starts hitting on Wanda and it pisses Nat off and so naturally she ends up getting really possessive and they end up having fantastic drunk sex and Nat figures out that Wanda may be a little kinkier than she realized.

I'm having a super rough day so that would really be a silver lining in all of it.

My Favorite Need

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanoff

Rated: Explicit [Just 18+]

Words: 3,614

This work contains: Explicit Sex Scenes. Natasha Romanov Has a Penis, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Drunk Sex. Possessive Natasha Romanov, Sub Wanda Maximoff, Dom Natasha Romanov, Jealous Natasha Romanov, Wanda is a Tease.

English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistake

Hope you enjoy and makes your day a thousand times better

Wanda had no plans for her birthday after all the unfortunate events that happened the last few weeks, like escaping the raft and becoming an international fugitive but her teammates decided to cheer her up. Steve baked her a birthday cake, Sam gave her the last two books of the Harry Potter saga of which she was a great lover and Natasha gave her a nice black leather jacket and a nice silver necklace with a pretty scarlet jewel which were to Wanda's liking, she loved leather jackets and the necklace was a nice gift. Wanda couldn't help that nice flutter in her chest when Natasha placed the delicate necklace around her neck.

For the first time in a long time Wanda was very excited about her 26th birthday. The surprises seemed to be endless as Natasha decided to invite her to a nightclub for the first time. She was anxious to meet a nightclub for the first time in her life, it could be a fun place to dance. Natasha assured her that this nightclub was the best in Prague. Steve didn't agree with the girls going to a public place like that as it might attract attention but Natasha assured him that she would take care of Wanda. While Steve and Sam would be watching the surroundings of the safe house Natasha and Wanda would be celebrating.

Wanda wore a black dress that Pepper had given her on her last birthday. The dress highlighted her figure and her red hair, she wore black makeup around her green eyes to make them shine even more. Natasha picked her up at the old safe house and gave her a warm hug.

"Happy birthday, little witch." Natasha told her with a sweet crooked smile as her eyes moved up and down admiring the young sokovian girl's beauty. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," Wanda told her, smiling back and trying not to blush. Natasha looked great just in black jeans, combat boots and a black leather jacket and her red hair shining and flowing down her shoulders.

"Come on, I'll show you what a real party is like. Just you and me and vodka to celebrate this very special occasion." Natasha told her, leading Wanda out of the safe house where a black audi was waiting parked on the street.

They arrived at the place and got in without having to wait, thanks to the fact that Natasha knew the owner of the nightclub. The nightclub was full of people, strobe lights all over the place while the hard beats of the music makes every part of Wanda vibrate. Natasha took Wanda's hand and led her to the dance floor. Natasha started to move to the music, and Wanda felt a little awkward as she didn't know how to dance, however Wanda let herself go as she felt Natasha holding her close and swaying to the music.

Wanda smiled broadly as she felt a happiness fill her chest, for a moment she forgot that she was a wanted fugitive and instead she was a normal girl enjoying her birthday. Natasha and Wanda drank some vodka to start the night, however by the fourth vodka Wanda started to feel dizzy but happy.

The happiness inside her increased as she noticed Natasha looking at her with sparkling eyes. Wanda wondered if Natasha had realized her feelings. Wanda had felt more than friendship for the spy for a long time but after Natasha released her from the raft her crush became more intense. Wanda wanted to tell her how she felt, but she didn't know how.

She didn't want to risk embarrassing herself and end up heartbroken if Natasha didn't feel the same way. Worse yet Wanda was afraid of ruining her friendship with Nat. Maybe Natasha just saw her as a little sister.

"You want a beer this time?" asked Natasha, after dancing to several songs.

"Yes, please." nodded Wanda as she finished her vodka tonic, her cheeks a little flushed. "A beer sounds great."

" Wait here, I'll get the beers." Natasha told her with a smile, before going towards the bar.

Wanda was left alone on the dance floor, and took the opportunity to look around. She saw many people dancing and drinking minding their own business and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Meanwhile, a drunk man approached her from behind and whispered in her ear.

"Hey, beautiful, what are you doing alone in a place like this?

Wanda was startled and turned to see who it was. She had to make a great effort not to use her magic and throw the drunk guy into the air. He was a tall, muscular man with shaved head in a red shirt and tight jeans. He had an arrogant smile and red eyes that looked at her as if she was a piece of meat.

" I'm not alone." Wanda said, trying to get away.

"Who are you coming with?" asked the drunken man, taking a step forward, "Where is your date? I don't see it anywhere.

"On the bar getting us some drinks," said Wanda nervously. Her heart was pounding as she fiddled with her fingers, a clear sign of nervousness in her.

"Well, while your imaginary friend comes back, why don't we dance a little?" the man said, taking her by the waist and pulling her closer to him. His accent was harsh.

Wanda felt uncomfortable and scared at the same time. She could use her magic but she didn't want to make a fuss and putting Natasha, Sam and Steve at risk if someone called the police. It was unpleasant when the man pressed her against his body and brushed her face with his. She tried to pull away, but he was stronger than she was. Wanda needed her magic.

"Get away from me." Wanda mumbled, her body all tense."

"Come on, doll. Don't be shy," the drunken man said, winking at her. "I can get you out of here and take you to my apartment if you want."

"I don't like you. I'm not crazy to go with drunk idiot like you." Wanda hissed this time not noticing that a very angry Natasha was walking towards them.

"I like it when bitches like you act tough. In the end they're the ones begging for more cock" the man had a nasty grin on his face.

Wanda was about to respond to the asshole for that disgusting comment but a familiar voice interrupted her. "The girl said to let her go, asshole!" Natasha shouted at him, her voice clear and loud over the pounding music.

"Who are you?" said the drunken man confronting Natasha.

"She's my girlfriend." This time it was Wanda who answered as her face reddened at what she had said. She couldn't believe she had said that. Maybe the vodka in her system made her say such nonsense. Internally she was screaming. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" praying that Natasha wouldn't get mad at her for saying they were girlfriends.

Fortunately Natasha played along as she stepped in front of Wanda.

"Girlfriend? Ha ha ha ha I don't believe you." the man said, teasing the two but his smile faded when Natasha pulled Wanda close and kissed her. The first touch of Natasha's lips against hers sent her to heaven. Wanda was speechless, for a moment she forgot how to breathe. She couldn't believe what was happening, it seemed like the world had stopped around them. Natasha was kissing her. It was what she had dreamed of for so long.

As a smile appeared on her lips, Wanda opened her mouth allowing Natasha to deepen the kiss. They kissed passionately, and forgot about everything else. The heat of Natasha's body pressed against hers was totally intoxicating, Wanda didn't want this moment to ever end. Natasha's lips tasted like vodka and cherry. Wanda realized that Natasha was a fucking good kisser. The man looked at them with rage and helplessness, fortunately the security of the place arrived and took him out of the nightclub.

Natasha was the first to break the kiss to the bad luck of Wanda who could spend all night kissing Nat. The redhead whispered in her ear. "Come with me."

Wanda didn't have time to answer she simply followed Natasha who led her up some stairs to the second floor of the club where there were some private rooms with beds and big curtains at the entrances to offer some privacy to those couples who wanted to have an intimate moment

"Oh god! What are you doing, Natasha?!" Wanda gasped as Natasha pressed her up against the wall.

"So did you say you were my girlfriend, right?"

"Sorry, Nat. That was a very stupid thing to say." Wanda began to apologize. However she couldn't believe the peculiar situation she found herself in.

"No need to apologize, little witch. I actually like the idea of you being my girlfriend." Natasha chuckled as she used her body to press Wanda against the wall. The witch almost groaned when Natasha cupped her left tit and gently squeezing it. Wanda gasped as Natasha laugh and pressed warm kisses on her neck.

Natasha has had her eyes on the Sokovian girl ever since she joined the team, but with every battle and every moment with her only served to make Natasha realize that she loved the girl. Wanda was sweet and smart, and incredibly gorgeous with a pretty face and bright green eyes, and also a gorgeous pair of large tits and a sweet ass. It was just a crush she said to herself the last two years but after what happened with that drunken asshole she'd decided that she would try to make Wanda hers.

Wanda couldn't help but feel a little excited when Natasha pulled down the cleavage of her dress and exposed her bare tits. The touch of Natasha was something more. Everything was happening so fast but at the same time so slow. She wanted to have something really intimate with Natasha. She would be lying if she said no. Wanda has spent whole days fantasizing about Natasha. Her fantasies and desires had only gotten hotter since she discovered Natasha's secret.

One sleepless morning Wanda made herself a cup of tea and started wandering the halls of the complex but abruptly stopped when she noticed noises coming from one of the gyms. Glancing inside she saw Natasha hitting the punching bag. Wanda's mouth went dry as she noticed the view of a very sweaty Natasha practicing some boxing moves. She liked to see the way her arm muscles bulged out. Suddenly her jaw dropped when noticed the outline of a prick on her shorts. Natasha had a penis! The realization almost made her faint. Wanda has never been the same since she discovered Natasha's secret.

Wanda groaned as Natasha pressed her hard against the wall and more forcefully rubbed her stiff nipple. The sokovian witch felt a surge of excitement as her mentor pressed her strong body up against hers. Wanda inhaled sharpy as soon as she could feel a huge bulge rubbing against her crotch.

"Oh god!," Wanda said with wide eyes, her legs were shaking. Natasha's bulge was huge and stiff. Wanda can feel it throbbing against her crotch. She was embarrassed to feel her panties all wet at this point.

"Can you feel it, uh?" Natasha murmured with a smile as she watched Wanda's flushed face.

Wanda didn't have the courage to respond however she nodded as her cheeks grew even redder. She stopped breathing when Natasha took her right hand and slide it down her crotch where her bulging prick was.

"Oh Nat!" Wanda gasped in response as she felt the huge bulge in her jeans. Natasha was awakening a side in her she never knew she had. There was a pleasant tingle between her thighs, and soft throb in her clit. She realized that she was getting wet, very wet under Natasha's touch.

Natasha wasted no time and removed the leather jacket that fell to the floor a minute later leaving Wanda's chest exposed to her eyes with only the small silver necklace with the scarlet jewel adorning her neck.

"Bozhe moi, what a pretty tits," Natasha said, squeezing Wanda's beautiful tits. She couldn't help but pinch her left nipple. That only turned Wanda on. As she continued to kneading her tits, the redhead witch began to get all hot. It was then Natasha slide her free hand slowly worked down her flat belly to the hem of the dress Wanda was wearing.

Wanda shivered when Natasha pressed her soft lips against hers and gave her a hot wet kiss. Natasha was tasting Wanda's mouth and devouring her moans as she began to tug at her wet red panties with her hand. Not wasting time Natasha quickly pushed her index finger into her drooling pussy and began sliding it in and out.

Suddenly Wanda groaned as she threw her head back in pleasure. "Ahhh!" It was a blessing that the loud music of the club drowned out her moan, otherwise they probably would have heard her all the way to the dance floor.

Wanda was breathing hard as Natasha smiled and her finger buried deeper into her pussy. In seconds she began to wildly moan and spread her legs wider as the finger fucked deeper and deeper into her tingling dephts.

"You're super tight, Wanda! What a tight honey pot you have down here, baby!" Natasha hummed in her ear as as added another finger and explore the depths of Wanda's sweet pussy. She couldn't believe how wet the gorgeous witch was, her hand was bathed with her sweet pussy juices.

Wanda was enjoying the pleasant fingerfuck. She was almost was almost there! Ready to cum! Natasha's touch on her pussy were sending thrills up and down her spine. Her head was dizzy and spinning. Not even realizing what she was doing, Wanda giggled and reached down and began kneading Natasha's throbbing cock with her hand.

"Oh yes! Touch me! Yeah! Yeah!" Natasha encouraged her with a devilish smile curving her lips. "Open my pants and pulled out my prick."

Wanda no necesitaba que le dijeran dos veces. She just nodded and bit her lower lips, with her right hand she began to unbutton the pants and lower the zipper. Wanda noticed Natasha's prick seemed to swell and throb as she lowered the zipper. It was a surprise to notice that Natasha didn't wear any underwear, so his huge cock burst out from its confines. Wanda almost drooled as she saw Natasha's beautiful prick protruding from her crotch. It was long and thick with blue veins around it.

Wanda inhaled sharply and grabbed her hard prick as Natasha laughed softly and continued to explore Wanda's wet pussy, playing with her clit. A soft moan fell from her mouth as Wanda began to jerk on Natasha's cock. It seemed to throb in her hand, as the tip drooled droplets of transparent pre-cum.

"Like it, huh?" Natasha asked. The hot flush now covered Wanda's neck and tits.

"Oh yeah! Feels so good!" Wanda nodded in approval and began to moan as she approached orgasm. Her hand wrapped around Natasha's throbbing prick."I love your fingers in me. It feels so good"

"I love to play with your pussy, baby!" Natasha whispered as Wanda continued to jerk her aching cock. She groaned in appreciative ecstasy and began to spread hot kisses on Wanda's neck as she added the third finger and fucked her.

Wanda was ready to reach her climax, and she suspect that by the way Natasha was groaning and kissing her neck, she was ready to cum too. She could hear the slurping sound her fingers were making in her wet pussy. It was sexy to hear that. She couldn't contain herself any longer.

"Oh, Nat! Mmmm that's nice! Mmmm!" Wanda gasped, her throat was dry, her body was melting. Finally she came, moaning and giggling. It was then she felt Natasha's prick throb and spewing cum all over her hand.

Wanda looked down just in time to see Natasha's cumming. She kept stroking Natasha's cock for a long time. It seemed as if she would never stop cumming. Certainly Wanda was amazed at the amount. Her hand was a mess, some ropes of semen fell on the carpeted floor.

"God, that was sexy!" Wanda thought with a smile. She felt an incredible urgency of kneel and lick all Natasha's creamy semen. Without thinking, she put her wet fingers in her mouth and tasted Natasha's semen. She was surprised how delicious the creamy seed tasted, it was a little salty, but it still tasted so delicious.

"Taste good, little slut?" Natasha just laughed in response.

"Uh huh" Wanda nodded with her fingers still stuck in her mouth. Still horny, Natasha gently pushed her down on couch in the middle of the room and said: "Now you horny little slut, it's time to fuck you."

Wanda fell on the couch and watch the dominant redhead standing over her, her thick cock hard throbbing in the air. She hummed softly and grabbed her huge cock and guided it to her glistening cunt hole. "Fuck me hard! I need it so bad! I'm all wet and ready for you!"

For a moment Wanda couldn't believe what she had said, after all, the woman before her was her mentor. But her emotions and her urgent needs were too much for her, and at the moment she just wanted to get fucked by Natasha's huge cock.

"Tell me who do you belong to? Come on I want to hear you say my name!." Natasha had a seductive smile on her face , her hand wrapped around her throbbing prick.

"To you. Only you." Wanda replied shakily and noted the delight in Natasha's eyes as she guiding her prick and inserted the bulbous cockhead between the lips of her pussy. Seeing the lustful expression on Wanda's blushed face, Natasha slowly shoved the inch after inch of her thick cock into her warm tight pussy.

"Ohhhh! Fuck!!" Wanda had to closer her eyes and moaned as Natasha lunged forward, sending her thick cock deeply into her. She was enjoying the new stimulation so much but she thought that she was going to be split in two by Natasha.

Natasha groaned and pulled back for a moment and gave the gorgeous witch a moment to adapt the size before she fucked her. Wanda was shaking up and down as Natasha slowly withdrew her cock till only the tip remained, then she slide it in and out. Slowly she began to stablish a constant hard rhythm. 

"Ohhhh goddd!" Wanda groaned in delight, for the hard thrusts she began to have delicious effects on her semi-naked body. She couldn't believe the sensations that were filling her body. The initial discomfort was vanishing and turning into pleasure as the veiny shaft was slicing through her inflamed and glistening folds.

"Oh, baby! You're so tight and hot for me!" Natasha growled and began to speed up her thrusts. She smiled as she felt Wanda's quivering legs raise up and encircle her ass. Wanda was also smiling but mostly groaning as her feminine hips rose to meet each of her hard thrusts.

Holy shit! Wanda had never been more excited. Natasha was satisfying her more than any person in the world. Natasha was hitting all the sweet spots within her as goosebumps covered her skin.

"I'm cumming! Oh Natasha! I'm cumming!" Wanda giggled happily as her body began to shiver. Her nails raked across Natasha's strong back ass as she pulled her closer. "Cum in me! Oh yes! Give it to me!" She moaned in ecstasy as her drooling pussy convulse and tingle. All the situation was amazing. Her body was burning with intense happiness, her sticky pussy juices ran down onto her inner thighs. Natasha continued fucking her with a devilish smile on her face.

Wanda she was ready to cum again. She climaxed twice in the previous fifteen minutes, but she was ready to cum again. What an incredible experience! Natasha was grunting with eyes closed and pumped her prick into her spasming pussy. Wanda squealed in delight at the sensation. She wanted to feel Natasha's semen filling her pussy and painting her depths..

"Oh, baby, your pussy is so tight, I'm gonna shoot all my cum into you!" Natasha growled as she began to fuck faster into her pussy. "Would you like that?"

"Ohhhh yesss!!" Wanda groaned in delight and closed her eyes, loved the way Natasha was forcing her huge prick into her, each penetration was delicious, splitting her in two and leaving her breathless. Her own orgasm was building and ready to explode like a super nova.

"Faster, baby! ... Fuck me harder and faster!" Wanda was giggling as Natasha give her a few rough thrusts into her cunt and then a torrent of semen exploded from her aching prick. "Oh that's good! Mmmm!" Wanda babbled, her words came out in short heavy breaths. She felt the warm semen filling her and then her tingling pussy dephts around Natasha's cock. For a moment Wanda wished she would never stop cumming as her own orgasm engulfed her body. Wanda was shaking violently and struggling to breath, feeling Natasha's semen ran freely out of her pussy and down her ass.

Finally, Natasha kissed her on the lips and pulled off her semi hard prick "If you don't mind I'd like to continue exploring that kinky side of you little witch."

"I don't mind at all." Wanda laughed tiredly. Her first fuck with Natasha made her eager to repeat more experiences with Natasha. Just having this woman to satisfy the intense desires in her. At the end of the day her 26th birthday turned out better than expected.

[brainrot-stitch]

Chronically ill tss light steve truthers wya....

Anyways chat u won't believe what I have on the mind rn

There's an episode early steve saga where light steve traps sabre in the snow thing and builds a house or temple or whatever and Sabres like "come on man I'm already sick this is cold:(" or whatever. Do u guys remember that. Or am I actually js fucking crazy and making this shit up wait hold on let me go check rq I FOUND IT "come on man I already have a cold you're letting me stay out in the snow and all that?" At 9:38 on the video where he first finds light steve. Giggles and kicks my feet imagine if sabre got sick(er) and light steve being both a steve and a cold icy snowy guy didn't know that. That the cold is not good for ppl. So sabre gets sick and light is like ?? Idk if this is a good idea or not it's 7 am I woke up at like 2 or maybe 4 I'm not sure I mightbe delulu

ANYWAYS random yapping woooo none of this is gonna b coordinated

Anyways anyways yea rainbow steve trauma from the experimenting and machines early steve saga but also. Sabre being scared of deep water and/or drowning. Because of both blue steve and rainbow steve mann that mf has almost drowned a LOT over and over again. Just so much water. Rip 💔💔 rainbow is like "let's go swimming!!!" One day in the rainbow town and Lukas is like "yea sure it's a hot day out that would b cool" or whatever and Sabre is like "uhhhh hahsha yeaahhhh sureee.."

Uhhh uh um

Early tss light and sabre spent a good amount of time together especially alone. I like to think they bonded during this time both off and on screen. Cuz like bro rarely shows up in the rainbow town era and past that idek. But even tho light and sabre aren't as close as rainbow and sabre I still like to think they're real good pals :3

Idk if I've said this before maybe I have maybe I haven't idk but sabre when nervous or thinking or worried and anxious or whatever will pace around or take walks or whatever. But will he completely silent (unless he's muttering to himself which I can totally see happening). But like his footsteps are light and near silent because of the muscle memory or whatever from being an ASSASSIN because that's so real to me I'm such a 'sabre was an assasin in the past before tss/rq' believer u guys don't understand how derranged I am about this. Anyways yea he will accidentally fnaf jumpscare ppl just like showing up behind them or whatever its so silly

I HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS BUT I FLIPPING FORGET THEM ALL AS SOON AS I GO TO WRITE THEM DOWN FUCK MY STUPID FRICKING LIFE 😭😭😭😭

Also I am as much of a human sabre believer as I am an avian sabre believer. Like yeah let that man be a bird but also not depending on the mood. Both r awesome

Galaxy steve does NOT know how to spell gorgeous don't ask why this is necessary information. It's real he told me himself I swear

MORE ASSASSIN SABRE BS he's a super light sleeper from having to wake up at the slightest noise and be on guard all the time. He still frequently wakes up if he hears smth his subconscious perceives as abnormal. Also i think he'd have a pretty high pain tolerance but it gets higher as tss goes on because he gets struck by lighting so damn much u can't tell me his nerves aren't at least somewhat fried 😭😭😭😭give bro a break PLEASE. Also I think posture would be a big thing like he's all played back and relaxed and silly but when they have to go like sneak somewhere they (rainbow and lucas- or js whoever he's with at the time idk) can physically see as he slips back into old familiar habits with practiced crouching and silent footsteps and staying in the shadows and all that.

Lukas was also an assasin remember. Remember guys. And his assasin skin has a scar on his face and a blind eye I think wait let me go check

YEAH. YEAH so he totally still has that during tss. Giggles and kicks my feet and twirls my hair. Anyways I haven't finishes Sabres assassins creed series yet but I think Lukas would be used to Sabres habits but he himself would have more guard habits than assasin ones. Like the posture and unconsciously reaching to rest a hand on his sword in that classic templar (is that how it's spelled??) guard fashion as like an idle thing to do w his hands before remembering its not there.

Oh also another thing on the sabre vs water didn't he like. Didn't he almost drown a few times during his assassins series too? Bro water has got it OUT for him 😭 😭

[rosewaterandivy]

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Something like that? PLS

Love you <3

Wow, thanks so much for the request! I tweaked it a bit to fill one of the prompts from here, hope that's okay. Love you 💜

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

When you told him what you and Eddie would be up to Saturday night, Steve groaned so loud you could swear the couch vibrated.

You can’t be serious. And leaving me at the mercy of the gremlins?

“Yes,” you grin, “I’m sure the Harrington babysitting service can handle it.” And then you’re off to get ready for the party. “Knowing you, you’ll probably have some hot date booked for after you’ve dropped the gremlins off.”

It’s not that Steve worries, really he doesn’t, because you’ll be with Eddie and Robin will show up at some point, so at least you’ll be safe. But Saturdays were for movies with the party, taking full advantage of Steve and Robin’s (five-fingered) employee discount at Family Video and hanging out.

Recently, it’s been the only time when he can see you—busy with work and classes and helping Eddie with his GED. All your free time was accounted for, used up, leaving nothing left for him.

He tried (and failed) to be accommodating about it.

This resulted in frequent calls to your house, which your mother or father usually answered with thinly veiled annoyance (Sorry Steve, she just left. No, I don’t know when she’ll be back), interrupted study sessions at Forest Hills (Eddie’s exasperated, ‘Dude, what the fuck. You’re infringing on my right to an education here.’), and drop-ins while you were working at the diner.

In short, it was becoming a problem.

So when you mentioned, last minute mind you, that Eddie needed a hand dealing for a party this weekend and you’d agreed to help out, Steve took it about as well as could be expected.

Which is to say, not at all.

It’s bad enough that he’s making them watch Rocky IV, according to Dustin. But Steve pays him no mind and pops the tape into the VCR. The kids grumble and complain, but otherwise occupy themselves by half-watching the saga of Rocky and Drago.

His leg won’t stop bouncing as he reclines against the couch. It continues for the whole movie. When the film concludes with Apollo’s tragic demise, Max starts sorting through the rest of the tapes.

“What else is in here?” Throws out a few titles as she sees them, The Color Purple, 101 Dalmations, Out of Africa—

“Nope!”

Steve nearly hip checks Lucas in his haste to wrestle the tape from Max. They grapple for a bit, nearly coming to blows but Steve’s not about to hit a child and a girl at that. This sense of chivalry does not stop Max from smacking him upside the head, but he’s victorious in the end.

“And why can’t we watch that particular one?” Dustin ventures with a curious glance to Lucas before Steve settles back on the couch between them.

“I’ll, uh,” he stashes the tape behind the sofa, wedges its case against the wall. “Tell you when you’re older.”

Dustin and Lucas continue to eye each other warily.

Then El pipes up, “Friends don’t lie.” And before Steve can stop her from what will inevitably be an embarrassing calamity—

“It’s a … sad movie,” she continues, “The last time he watched it, he cried.”

Oh. Shit.

He wants nothing more than to bash his head against the wall, but can’t risk another concussion according to the doctors and literally everyone else. Maybe the earth could swallow him whole instead? Anything to end this humiliation.

“Didn’t you watch that with—” Mike begins, because he is an asshole.

“Oh yeah,” Dustin confirms, “They watched it like, a few weeks ago. I mean, her crying I get,” he turns to Steve, an incredulous look on his face, “But you—”

“Robert Redford is a good actor, okay?” He rushes to defend himself, “Very convincing.”

“Okaaayy,” Max drawls.

An uncomfortable silence ensues. The kids settle on watching Clue while Steve takes an opportunity to refill drinks and snacks. Tries to ignore the furtive whispers from the living room. Tries to focus on the popcorn in the microwave and not imagining what you may be up to at the house party with Eddie.

“Why don’t you just ask her out already?” Will says when Steve returns from the kitchen. 

The group falls silent, awaiting his response. Keep your cool, Harrington. He sets the bowl of popcorn on the table, doing his best to ignore Will’s probing question. Is almost successful until—

“Steve, you’re literally in love with her.”

He scoffs at Lucas’ blatant betrayal. Helped the kid practice everyday after school leading up to tryouts and this is how he’s repaid? 

“No,” he says with a tone to convey the end of this conversation. “We’re friends, just friends and that’s it.”

A beat of silence as everyone pretends to watch as Tim Curry greets the six strangers upon their arrival to the mansion.

Dustin coughs. “Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her, Steve.”

“Oh my god.” Max looks like she wants to brain herself on the edge of the coffee table at the stupidity of it all. 

“Fuck off.” Steve huffs in annoyance, “Like I’m gonna take advice from a bunch of high schoolers.”

“Dude.”

“We’ve saved the world.”

“Like, multiple times.”

“And,” El annoyingly points out, “It’s good advice.”

Thankfully, Steve is saved by the bell. The phone trills its ring from somewhere beneath the couch cushions. Unable to find the cordless, he’s forced to answer it in the kitchen.

“Harrington residence.”

There’s music thumping and cross chatter down the line as he tries to make out who’s calling.

“Steve?”

“Rob, that you?”

A laugh, “Yeah, s’me. How you doin’ babe?”

Her voice has taken on that light, dreamy cadence it gets when she’s tipsy or high and, knowing her, it’s probably both.

“Uh, fine.” He turns to check on the kids in the living room, “Watching Clue. Did you need something?”

“Oh my god,” she rasps, “I love that movie!” A hiccup followed by a chuckle. “Nah, I’m good babe. I’m calling for someone else.”

He doesn’t know what to make of that.

“Rob, you know you called my house, right? The kids are here, if you wanna talk to them but—”

“Nonono Stevie,” she says in a rush, “M’callin’ about your girl.”

“My… girl.”

“Yep.”

The sounds of the phone being handed off to someone else. A few breaths and then, “Hi Steve.”

And oh.

Your voice is low and breathy through the phone, he can hear you giggling about something to Robin as you pull the speaker away from your mouth ‘I’m on the phone Buckley.’

He melts, just a bit. Because he knows that tone very well— when you fall asleep leaning against his shoulder during movie nights or take a brief nap sitting shotgun in his car, all raspy and sweet. 

“Hey honey,” he coos, voice incredibly fond. Steve turns, closing himself off from the din in the living room. “Y’doin’ okay?”

“Mmhm, tired though.”

“Is that right?’

A yawn. “Yeah,” he can hear the pout in your voice, “Rob doesn’t wanna leave yet and Eddie went upstairs with someone like, forever ago.”

Steve’s already grabbing his keys from the counter. “Stay with Robin, okay? I’m coming get you.”

“Thanks Stevie,” you sigh prettily, “You’re the best.”

_

Dustin (unhelpfully) advised him to get flowers before he left, so Steve put Max in charge, out of spite. Which unfortunately broke the levy for a barrage of romantic advice from literal children: hold the door, make eye contact, give her your jacket and be on the left side of the sidewalk.

It’d be endearing if it wasn’t so tragic.

He rolls up to the house to find not only Robin, but Eddie too, at your side seated on the sidewalk. He crosses the hood of the car as you stand with a soft smile, “Sorry Steve,” you say, less sloshed since the phone call, but still tired. “Didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“C’mon honey,” he scoffs, “There’s no way you could ruin my night.” He ushers you to the passenger seat, arm around your waist. He can smell the beer from the keg and stale cigarettes on you, laced with the comforting scent your perfume. 

He shuts the door after reminding you to put on your seatbelt and turns back to Eddie and Robin. They look like they’re up to no good— Eddie’s smirking and got that glint in his eye that says he’ll be a problem, all the while Rob has a dopey grin on her face.

“She’s had water and we took the drinks from her a while ago,” Eddie says, waving back at you from the sidewalk. “Try to have her eat something.”

Steve rolls his eyes. Like he needs advice from a dungeon master on how to deal with a drunk.

Robin blinks owlishly, “Ooh, Hardee’s, get her that.”

Steve laughs as Eddie shepherds Robin away. Says something about not fucking it up and using protection. He can’t bring himself to care as he slides back into the car. The radio kicked on as he starts the car, David Byrne rhapsodizing about a girl as she was. 

He watched as you bop to the song in your seat, bringing an affectionate smile to his face— eyes closed, hair whipping back in the cool night breeze as you sing along. The axels squeak when Steve pulls into the drive-thru lane.

Try as he might to keep his gaze on you, to watch you a little longer, the intercom sputters to life—a young boy’s voice greeting mechanically but trying nonetheless to adhere to Hardee’s hospitality best he can.

The burger you’d gotten—medium, double meat, bacon, all toppings between—has completely fallen apart in a splat back onto the wax paper in your lap.

“Here, honey.”

He fumbles for napkins. But you wave his worries away, licking your fingers before diving in to deconstruct your food.

“Sorry—I promise I have my shit together.” Another giggle, “Not doing well here. Makin’ a mess your car and everything.”

“I, uh, I think you’re doin’ great.”

The words slip out before he can catch them and around a mouthful of fries, you thank him, and then you take a breath, and he can literally see you winding up for another enormous bite.

“Sorry,” you pause sheepishly, “M’ starving—skipped lunch on accident.” You take the enormous bite he saw coming, and then, “Also doesn’t help—mm—nervous.”

Steve chews on a fry and slurps his soda, driving with ease. “Nervous ‘bout what?”

You swallow and steal his drink, “Weren’t you on a date?”

He blinks.

You blink.

He blinks again.

“No, I was watching movies with the kids.”

His face is so hot that he thinks someone must have thrown a fire into him. Should he have just gone along with it instead? It’s old news by now that King Steve had turned in his crown for a walkie-talkie and chauffeuring a bunch of teens around.

A beat passes and he tries again, now at the end of the meal and the stain on your shirt starting to sink in and spread, heavy enough to dip toward the skin beneath. “Do you want to take your shirt off?”

You choke on soda and add another splatter down your chest, “What?”

“You can wear my jacket,” he clarifies. “Give it back later. I mean, if you…” He frowns. “Uh. Um.”

The beemer comes to a stop in front of he Harrington house. Lights still on in the living room signalling that the party is still there. 

You changed out of your shirt, ducking down in the front seat bashfully (“Look away, damn it.”), your old t-shirt in a crumple inside his pocket. His jacket hung a bit loose, but zipped up all the way and it was a good enough cover for a while.

There’s a smear of grease on your cheek from the burger and Steve knows it’s just a personality trait at this point. He laughs when you stick your tongue out, trying to find exactly where it is before giving up and asking him to wipe it off.

He shoves his hands in his pocket afterwards, thumb jammed inside his fist like a souvenir, keeping it there the rest of the walk up the drive, all the way up to the front door of his house before he wonders if he should have been trying to hold your hand.

Maybe not.

“I missed this,” he says, brushing his shoulder against yours.

You hum, knocking your hip against his. “Thanks for dinner,” you say, looking up at him.

“Yeah, of course.”

“And picking me up.” A beat passes. “And the jacket, too. It’s really nice… comfortable and, uh, smells… good. Like, cinnamon and… nice body wash and… trees.” You make a queasy face and close your eyes for a second, pinching the bridge of your nose uncomfortably as Steve looks on.

Oh, he realizes. You must be woozy.

Oh, he realizes. You’re gonna hurl.

“Steve,” Your voice is small and tight, and you look like you’re struggling to take steadying breaths. “I gotta sit down.”

“Right,” he replies. You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck before he turns and unlocks the door.

The kids are passed out on the sofa and reclining chairs in the living room. He locks the door and sneaks you upstairs, hands politely on your waist to steady you on your feet. Guides you to the left toward the guest bath and flips on the lights. 

“You alright?”

The fluorescents cast you in a hazy yellow glow, squinting at the bright light. You paw at the countertop for something, water? You turn to open a drawer and find a spare toothbrush— the blue one, yours, a freebie from a check-up and gloop some toothpaste on the bristles. With a nod in response, you begin to brush your teeth, faucet running as you fill a cup of water. 

Steve leaves you with a clean washcloth and towel, should you need them, and goes to check that his room isn’t a complete disaster. Bed sheets are clean-ish and he doesn’t have time to run them through the wash, though there’s always one of the guest rooms…

“Hey.”

He startles slightly, not hearing you walk in. You’ve toed off your shoes by the door and are looking sheepish, lip pulled between your teeth. “Can I borrow some clothes?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

Steve pulls open some drawers, rifling through for something for you to sleep in. Throws your top into his hamper while he’s at it. He turns back to you with a ‘Hawkins Athletics’ shirt that’s seen better days and a pair of flannel pajamas. Shoves them toward you awkwardly and then promptly turns around to let you have some privacy while you change.

“Thanks.”

He makes a strangled noise of confirmation and clears his throat. “No problem.”

Hearing the rustling of sheets, he turns back around and catches sight of your bare leg as you hunker down in his bed. Heat rushes to his cheeks when he spies the pajama pants neatly folded and placed on his nightstand. You turn on your side, burrowing and fluffing the pillows to your liking.

Steve makes quick work of brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. Shoes by the door next to yours, jeans shucked into a pile by his desk, keeps his shirt on for the sake of decency, and slips in next to you. 

“I appreciate you coming to get me, y’didn’t have to do that.”

His arm drapes against your shoulder while you snuggle into him, casual affection being the norm between you two. He swallows thickly, tries to regulate his breathing when your hand rests against his chest.

“What’re friends for?”

“Hmm,” you consider for a moment. “Friends may not be the most accurate term.”

Steve bristles at that. 

“What do you mean?” He turns toward you, heart racing— did you not want to be friends anymore? Did he do something wrong?

Your face is impassive, blank. Steve couldn’t even begin to guess at what you’re thinking, is afraid to even try.

Then, you smile.

Fuck. That smile.

“S-so, not friends then?”

Steve is not a religious man, but he prays that your smile means what he thinks it does. Slowly reaching toward you, he brushes a lock of hair from your face, fingers grazing your cheek. 

Mischievously, you lean in, touch him soft on the lips and every beat of his pulse seems to be seeking out the sweet plush of your mouth. “If we were just friends, I shouldn’t wanna kiss you so bad, but we both seem to be … not good… at following decorum, so…” Your eyes light up teasingly, “What d’ya say?”

Steve makes a noise like a whimper. Wow. Babysitter extraordinaire with a bat of nails under his bed and it’s your smile that does him in.

You kiss him again, longer than the last, giggling softly and tugging on his bottom lip like you could pull his entire body toward you with just that. “I’m sure we could find a few more rules to break.”

[lovehypegirl]

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"GIRL, YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT" "YOU'RE THE ONE I NEED"

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infrunami reminds me of him. as well as blame by bryson tiller and family affair by mary j. blige but oh well

you began to date at the end of your first year

tbh he might have been a little intimidated by you since you're an American and the Japanese are known for their etiquette and decorum and the US is known for well...guns (and expensive health care)

his mental stereotypes kinda went away when he realized you weren't going to whip out a glock 19 whenever you got mad

he did admire how you always spoke your mind even if it meant you ending up saying the national anthem in English to prove your patriotism. you can take a man out of America but you can't take the America out of a man (i deadass do this like i've got that shit memorized down PAT)

"for the land of the freeeeeeeeee....and the home of the...braveeeeeeeeeee" you concluded your serenade of Star Spangled Banner as you two sat in his dorm

"kinda impressive that you know that by heart" Miyuki mused

"go to enough sports events and sit through enough graduations and you'll get the hang of it"

he's probably asked you a bunch of questions about what growing up in nyc was like

he was confused when you said your parents let you ride on the subway with friends at age 11 (you had said the subway was dangerous like 14 seconds ago)

he was mortified when you said you saw 2 girls get stabbed in Grand Central Station while you were eating your food in the Dining Concourse (real life events)

but he still doesn't really understand why people are so rowdy during baseball games and why you hate it that Japanese baseball games are quiet

"You're saying people get drunk at baseball games?" he asked you one night during an evening jog "Yeah, and it won't even be four pm yet and the guy next to you is fucking buzzed. Some get drunk even before they get to the stadium" "Why do people get drunk at games?" "Cause it's a sports game. people get drunk at all kinds of games. probably makes the experience better. Not that I've got experience" "Wouldn't that distract the players if the stadium was loud?" he asked as you rounded a bend in the track "Not really. when I was on the mound and everyone was cheering after I shut the opposing team out, three up three down, it's kinda uplifting. like an adrenaline rush almost. like you've got hundreds of people in the stadium and around the country watching you play so well and be proud of you. it's the American spirit" you huffed with a grin "What if a player gets booed at?" he asked, facing you slightly "hmm, well if hundreds are booing you, that's worse than your coach screaming at you in the parking lot" you shrugged and handed him his water bottle as you two took a break by the benches "I think I'd prefer getting booed at than Coach Kataoka screaming at me in the parking lot" he said, accepting the water bottle you handed to him "See? You do get it. Although I do prefer baseball games in the states tho, 'cause security won't come up to you and take the homer you caught" "You know there's a section you can sit at to catch homers and foul balls?" "Yeah but I ain't payin' an extra like, 20% to catch a goddamn ball" "Fair enough"

PLEASEEE PUT HIM ONTO WESTERN MUSICCCCC OH MY GODDDD

I think he'd like TYLER, THE CREATOR and KENDRICK LAMAR for runs/light workout (he's kinda invested in the kendrick vs drake saga)

Even the THE NEIGHBORHOOD he would like, along with STEVE LACY for anytime of the day

BOSSA NOVA, HOUSE MUSIC, and JAZZ while he reviews baseball scorebooks and you do your homework, your legs in his lap and you're trying with every cell in your body to not rip apart your homework 'cause trig makes no sense

And you guys watch MLB highlights together (cause he might join the MLB after college)

He really likes it when you are at his games (you go anyways ‘cause you’re the manager) but he just likes it when you watch him and when you smile at him when he walks into the dugout from your desk where you're scoring the games He gives your hand a little squeeze when he passes you, a quick kiss on your neck after you help him with his catchers gear, or a kiss to your cheek when you help him with his batter helmet

He always wants to know about what nyc was like for you and what baseball was like for you

Sometimes you both go out to the fields after practice in the evenings and you give him pointers on batting (not that he needs it) but you teach him what you've learned from the states

Or in the evenings when the sunset is pretty and the weather is perfect and there's a warm breeze you're on a field and he's practicing his swings and you've got your legs up on the fence with your back on the grass with this playlist playing in the background (pink & white ESPECIALLY GODDD)

He's probably more quality time based but add quality time and mix it with making something together to swap for a gift giving aspect and it's perfect

Take him to a make and paint your own pottery studio and I think he'll love it a lot

You're both sitting at a table together while you focus on a rectangular box (for him to keep the new MLB cards you'll be gifting him for his birthday) and he's sitting across from you, expertly shaping a bowl

He's oddly good at this (he watched videos on it after you brought it up)

In the end, he got a navy blue box with baseballs painted on it and you got a pink bowl with strawberries and little while flowers scattered around on it (I made a bowl like this today!!)

This one is kinda broad but let's say on off-season, students have their break and you take him to nyc (this happened in character ai last year erm...I HAVEN'T TOUCHED THE APP IN MONTHSSS)

I think he'd like the city though (probably SoHo)

And you guys go to central park and watch the little league games and he's got this super stupid grin on his face 'cause that used to be him

"What're you grinning about?" you ask him as you two leaned on the fence. Parents of the little kids stood around you, cheering their little baseball players on "I dunno, but feels like I'm watching myself when I was little" "AWWW I bet little Kazuya was so cute!" You grinned as you poked his cheek "Quiet" He playfully shoved your finger away "You know, I'll tell you what, that's gonna be a little Kazuya and y/n in the future" he pointed to the little girl playing as a catcher who turned to look at her parents with a sweet sweet grin after she had caught the ball "You bitchhhhh! Stop changin' the damn subject!!" You burst out at him in embarrassment and he cackled at your red cheeks "If there's gonna be a little us than it's gonna be a little girl" you said after you calmed down "A little girl sounds nice..." Miyuki mused

Take him to a Yankees game and he'll get shock from the sheer volume and you screaming in his ear as you and the other people in the stands dance to YMCA dance after the seventh inning during the field refresh

(Make sure you bring him to a Mets game so he knows the Yankees are better)

Your chest is practically puffing with pride as the stadium sings the Star Spangled Banner before the game beings with your Yankees cap over your chest. Nothing is better than patriotism. And Miyuki knows the lyrics cause you've sung it so many times (I have an issue where I'll randomly sing it. When I graduated eighth grade, my homeroom teacher practically drilled it into our heads so it's stuck there forever)

I think he'd appreciate Japan Village in Industry City. A little slice of home in a foreign land. So make sure to take him there

You hit up all the tourist spots with him starting with The Edge (he'd be kinda freaked out by the glass floor section in the center)

"C'mon you'll be fine" you beckoned him over to the small triangle glass section of the huge balcony rising 1,131 feet from the ground "Nuh uh that does NOT look safe" he refused, a few feet away from you "You'll be fine I'll hold your hand. Plus you can take a picture and send it to Kuramochi to boast or whatever. You seriously can't beat this one" "....Fine" he slowly walked over and held your hand as you took a picture of your feet standing on the glass with the view of the city streets 1,131 feet below you

You take him to One World Trade, Empire State, Rockefeller, The MET (he'd like this one), The High Line, Grand Central (which you end up going through anyways to see the Yanks)

Take him to Brooklyn Bridge park in the evening for a picnic or to Roosevelt Island for biking and food trucks

For Godssakes bring him to the Botanical Gardens in Brooklyn while you're hitting up Dumbo and heading up the borough

Anyways

On his side, I think he'd enjoy introducing you into Japanese culture. He'd bring you to festivals and teach you what to do at shrines

He cooks Japanese food for you so you're able to adjust your palate to it

HE COOKS FOR YOU

If there's a food from home that you're missing and can't get in Japan, he'd find the recipe and cook it for you. Now you can only eat his food cause nothing else tastes as good (he secretly enjoys that)

During break he'll take you around Japan and visit all kinda of places with you during the winter up to the northren parts of Japan or Okinawa during the summer

I think that he enjoys it when you watch him practice baseball LAWRDD

You do the tiktok trend with the lipstick kisses all over his face and he refuses to wash them off until baseball practice begins

AND AND he goes with you to makeup stores and let's you test lip products on his hand

STHAPPP when he hugs you he runs his hand up and down your back and since he wears like sweatshirts n shit, his hugs are probably really comfy too nd he kisses the top of your head

Either his kisses are short and quick or slow and soft and for someone who's never been in a relationship he sure knows how to kiss

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© 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 | modification and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited

[toburnup]

Eddie: fuck Eddie: you're hot, harrington Eddie: video?

Steve huffs. Deliberates. The bathroom is empty. His friends probably think he's taking a shit, so it's not like they'll come looking for him. But he makes no move to pull at his belt, chews on the inside of his cheek instead.

He nearly drops his phone when it buzzes. Keeps going. Eddie is calling. 

(The sexting saga continues.) steddie | rated e | sequel to wyd?

[u up? - Adure - read on ao3]

[kanerallels]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Found this one in the depths of my inbox and I am ABSOLUTELY on board with playing this again! So here we go:

Really, the Steve Miller Au in general is a favorite. But if I had to choose just one... "Tips For Your Hot Date: Don't Take Her To A Waffle House" is really quintessential Steve Miller Au. So let's go with that one!

"Disproving The Love At First Sight Theory" was one I was kinda nervous about at first, because Trill is an OC and Jacen's personality is so made up he might as well be one. But a lot of people seemed to really enjoy it!! And I had a lot of fun. Especially with the Wingfeather Saga references

"Catch", one of my only fics for The Rookie, is honestly pretty great. Feels pretty in character, and while I never thought I'd write something like it, I'm very glad I did!

I lied. I have to choose another Steve Miller Au fic, and while it was ALMOST the one where Hera loses her memory, I had to go with "Kanan's Adoption Thing Supersedes Canon. That Is All" aka the fic where Kanan adopts Jyn. Thanks to Jedi Survivor it's probably gonna need a rewrite, but I still ADORE it

And last but not least, I really can't skip "This Is The Story Of How I Died", one of my all time favorites. Because Tangled is my beloved. But honestly I love ALL my fics

[blue-aconite]

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!

thank you @antiquitea for the tag! ✨

tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @hangmanssunnies @green-socks @a-reader-and-a-writer @withahappyrefrain @teacupsandtopgun and anyone else who wants to play!

questions and responses under the read more to save your dashboards!

how many works do you have on ao3?

nineteen

what's your total ao3 word count?

35,254

what fandoms do you write for?

i currently write for top gun maverick

top five fics by kudos

the future is set in crayons - saul/andreas & sky/bloom (fate: winx saga) 145 kudos

bonded - farah/saul (fate: winx saga) 85 kudos

cherry blossom - sky/bloom (fate: winx saga) 74 kudos

stray - platonic saul & sky (fate: winx saga) 65 kudos

equalizer - saul/andreas (fate: winx saga) 59 kudos

do you respond to comments?

i try my best to, even if it sometimes takes me a while to get to it.

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh, it either has to be you said you'd grow old with me or love, he called it. i got yelled at a lot after posting both of them.

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

like, happiest contra how the rest of the fic went or just happy in general? it was just a kiss, every little thing she does is magic and homecoming all have happy endings despite being a little angsty somewhere in the middle while once in a lifetime is just the cutest shit ever

do you get hate on fics?

sometimes. i got a lot of hate when i first posted my top gun maverick werewolf au, which caused me to kind of lose inspiration for it (hopefully one day it will return). other than that, i haven't received anything.

do you write smut?

i do but i haven't posted any of it. maybe one day.

craziest crossover?

i haven't written a crossover since i was a kid (maybe 10 years old) and that was for twilight & harry potter!

have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of!

have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

equalizer was co-written with @septemberrie and cherry blossom was co-written with loulislife

all time favorite ship?

steve rogers / tony stark & thorin oakenshield / bilbo baggins

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

stealing @antiquitea's answer and saying that i am delusional enough to believe that i will finish every single wip i have in the works (i absolutely will not), because it's spot on.

what are your writing strengths?

absolutely none? i'm hot garbage and i just wing it. i've been told that i'm good at writing emotional scenes, so maybe that.

what are your writing weaknesses?

everything. i often feel like i can't get the right flow.

thoughts on dialogue in another language?

keep it easy if it's not a language you speak yourself. google translate isn't that good, if we're being honest. i tend to avoid it if it isn't my native language.

first fandom you wrote in?

twilight.

favorite fic you've written?

let me drown hands down. i'm very proud of what i've written so far.

[omniversalobservations]

Epic Rap Battles Of History (2021)

Prologue:

All right, I guess I'll be the one to draw First Blood.

Or maybe you could draw an audience to see any of your new movies.

Come out to the coast; we'll have a few laughs. Sounds sweet!

But no, I'm stuck here with these two jerkweeds,

About to kick their ass with bare feet! Argyle, drop the beat! John McClane:

I'll set it off like the top of Nakatomi!

Need a fire hose to swing on you; you're both so below me!

I haven't stopped killing it since Karl's brother, Tony,

And I got your detonators right here, blow me! (Oops!)

Ship your booby traps home, Rambo,

'Cause you'll never take the W without the P and O!

Does your lip hang low? Does it wobble to and fro?

Can you string that shit up on your compound bow?

And lighten up, Wick, with your brooding saga.

How about a little hakuna matata, Baba Yaga?

You got the trousers tapered and the watch, Bucherer,

But your acting falls flatter than the Hans Gruber!

Leave the underground coin game to Mario Brothers.

And John, Bubbe, what the fuck's with the chest butter?

That bandolier looks heavy as shit!

I'm like this prick's ring finger: only need one clip!

C'mon! I been sharp as shattered glass since the late '80s,

And like your late pup, I'll leave you pushing up daisies!

Less is more, boys; that's my advice!

You, less survival knife; you, more survival wife! John Wick:

…Ooh.

I'm gonna need a dinner reservation for two.

John Wick, I'm efficient and lean.

A proficient, professional killing machine!

Underworld overachiever looking dapper as I'm bucking.

Only one of us to go three chapters without sucking.

Between your elevator and the mine where you were trapped,

You're such weiners, I should call you both John Shaft.

I craft rhymes with pencils, then jam 'em in necks,

So I'm not vexed by vets flexing 'roid-injected pecs!

Being excommunicado wasn't more than I could handle,

So I think I can withstand an excremental ex-commando!

And this sad, broken dad-joking popo is no foe

For the hurt-you-oh-so-bad virtuoso!

Ho ho ho to quivers and bows. I'm delivering blows,

And when they land, it won't help to make fists with your toes!

Bitcoin? No. Hitcoin? Certainly.

I'll put you two in tombs, call it cryptocurrency.

Obey your superior like good cops and soldiers.

Raven, Roy, you're done. Over. John Rambo:

Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off!

Unless... it's one of your movies. In which case… I just turn it off! Huh!

When I rip off my shirt and start swinging my stick swords,

I'm hotter than the suicide girls on your switchboards!

My headband's red, but I've got no love for commies!

And no juice was used to produce these armies!

Your High Table rules don't apply to this conflict!

I'll finish you right in the lobby! Mission accomplished!

McClane! South is where your marriage went!

The last tight thing you slid in was an air vent!

They used to say you were a handsome crusader.

Too bad your hairline couldn't be saved by Steve Urkel's neighbor. Oh!

I slip into the jungle, disappear like a ghost,

Then ding! I pop up hot behind ya like toast!

I seek peace, but I'm packing Parabellum.

I was trained to be the very best soldier boy! Tell 'em!

I'll blast an RPG through NYPD's guts!

Simon Says you can PTSDeez nuts! John McClane:

Jesus Christ, asshole! Whattaya doing?

This is not some Saturday morning cartoon for you to ruin! John Rambo:

The only thing getting ruined is McClane family Christmas!

All your kids still have "decent dad" on their wishlist! John McClane:

Whoa! Rambo's droppin' bombs in his flows!

Did your pals in the Taliban help you write those? John Wick:

Those were mujahideen; there's a difference.

The Taliban formed in the '90s, when you fell off with a vengeance. John McClane:

Hey! Who the fuck asked you, dog pound?

Why don't you go lock your mouth in a hole in the ground? John Rambo:

Hole! Lock!! Arghhhhgh!!! John Wick:

You're both a funeral suit away from presentable.

I'm thinking I'm back, and I'm thinking you're expendable! John McClane:

You wanna Die Hard? Well, today's a good day!

Let's go, motherfuckers! Yippee-ki-yay!

Scrapped lyrics John Rambo:

You think stepping on glass hurts, McClane?

Do a few tours in 'nam, then you can't complain!

Go home, little piggy, or get butchered by my knife!

I've already dealt with enough asshole cops in my life!

None of you could fit my shoes that is the power of Rambo!

Even Arnold failed to rip my shtick when he went Commando!

I'm Rocky and roll, best soldier you've ever seen!

My rhymes destroy you faster than an M16!

Source: Epic Rap Battles of History Wiki

(images via YouTube)

[randomvarious]

The Pioneers - "Down at the Club" Original Ska: All the Hits Song released in 1974. Compilation released in 1998. Reggae

Plays: 12.8K+ on Spotify // 74.8K+ on YouTube

Pretty long mid-70s reggae post today! Strap in!

From critic Steve Leggett:

Formed in 1962 by Winston Hewitt and brothers Sydney and Derrick Crooks, the Pioneers were one of Jamaica's finest harmony groups. Hewitt had been replaced by Glen Adams by the time the group began recording for Leslie Kong's Beverley label in 1965, and following a move to Caltone Records in 1967, the group was essentially down to just Sydney Crooks and a newly recruited Jackie Robinson [no, not *that* Jackie Robinson]. Crooks and Robinson, as the Pioneers, scored a big hit with "Long Shot" (produced by Joe Gibbs), a song about a famous Jamaican racehorse. Adding singer George Agard to become a trio again, the group returned to working with Kong, recording "Nana" as the Slickers before scoring big with "Samfi Man" and a sequel to their horse saga, "Long Shot (Kick De Bucket)," again as the Pioneers. The latter track became a huge hit in England, prompting the Pioneers to take up residence there in 1970. Changing their style to reflect a more direct pop approach, the Pioneers had their last big hit with a cover of Jimmy Cliff's "Let Your Yeah Be Yeah."

And that little bio brings us to the mid-70s, which is when this great Pioneers song, "Down at the Club," originally came out. But before we get into that particular song, we first gotta talk about the group whose song they're covering here: legendary R&B / doo wop / soul / pop act, The Drifters.

Originally hailing from New York City, The Drifters were a *huge* staple of Atlantic Records' roster from the early 50s through mid-60s, racking up a total of 33 hits on Billboard's Hot 100 chart within that timeframe. But behind the scenes, there was constant turnover and tumult, as their lead singer would change multiple times after Clyde McPhatter's departure in the middle of 1955. Yet, despite the group's perpetually revolving door, the hits just proceeded to keep on coming anyway...until they didn't.

As the mid-60s wore on into the late 60s, The Drifters' popularity and opportunities continued to dry up. A renewed interest in old pop and rock in the 70s would bring them back to some relevancy, but by that time, they'd broken up and splintered off into multiple groups, all of whom tried to lay claim to the Drifters name. So, naturally, lawsuits followed.

And the ultimate ruling from those lawsuits ended up seeming kinda arbitrary and weird: different versions of The Drifters were allowed to maintain their name in different territories. Johnny Moore, who was the last leader of the group before their messy break-up, was allowed to keep the name in the UK, which is where he and his group decided to move, while other groups carved out different sections of the US.

Now, the overall success of the pre-breakup Drifters in the UK paled in comparison to their showing in the US. Looking at the chart history, they only scored nine hits, and only one of those—"Save the Last Dance for Me," one of The Drifters' biggest hits of all—landed in the top-five, with the rest of them falling outside of the top-ten, and most of that rest landing in the 30s through 50s.

But things then suddenly changed for Johnny Moore's Drifters in the UK during the early 70s. Three singles from the mid-60s were re-released in 1972, and they all managed to chart in the top-ten, with a pair of them peaking all the way up at #3. By this time, they were no longer signed to Atlantic, and new Johnny Moore-led singles were failing to chart in the US, but those UK re-releases in 1972 helped to generate some life for the group in their new home, and the brand new singles that were flopping in their former home happened to flourish in the UK, up until their final single in '76.

And that's where The Pioneers come in, because after The Drifters successfully re-released their 1965 single, "Come On Over to My Place" in 1972, Jackie Robinson, who was doing some solo work at the time, put out his own reggae-infused cover of it within the same year.

And that then eventually led to The Pioneers deciding, as a whole, to pay tribute to The Drifters a couple years later, with a cover of another successfully re-released 1965 single, "At the Club," which The Pioneers titled slightly differently as "Down at the Club."

Listening to The Drifters' version, which, upon its re-release, was one of those songs that hit #3, it already has something of a warm weather vibe to it. So, it seems only natural that a reggae act would eventually cover it.

Now, I don't know if The Pioneers were the only ones who ended up covering this Drifters hit, but they sure as hell ended up doing an *excellent* job of it. Jackie Robinson stars with his pleasurably soulful lead, which climbs through each verse to its peaking chorus, from which it then gracefully descends. But George Agard and Sydney Crooks also complement Robinson with their own wonderful backing harmonies too. They start off each verse providing a "do" on every other beat, but as Robinson begins to really intensify his own vocal before each chorus, they then change over to these glorious, longer-held "ahhh"s, until it's time for the chorus itself.

The Drifters' version has vocals that back Moore too, of course, and The Pioneers do the same type of" ahhh"s at the same point in the song, but the Drifters' backing vocals aren't nearly as prominent as those of George and Sydney's. With The Drifters' version, orchestral strings and a loud cowbell beat seem to somewhat drown out Johnny Moore's backers, whereas The Pioneers' version doesn't have orchestral strings or a cowbell to begin with, so George and Sydney prove to be far more integral to the whole track. And I think, because of that, and despite what sounds like a much lower production value across the board, The Pioneers' rendition of "Down at the Club" proves to be the superior one.

What particularly sucks though is that this song *is* on Spotify, but it's not easy to find, because it's credited to "Various Artists," and it also skips! 😒 Better than it not being on there in any capacity at all, though, I guess.

Anyway, because of Jamaica's history of lax music copyright laws, there's a *whole* lot of great reggae covers of pop songs that are out there, and while this one didn't take all that much to successfully transform into a reggae tune—because the original version already had some tropicality to it already—it's still definitely near the top of my list.

Can anyone else think of reggae covers that outweigh the original version like this one does?

[denimbex1986]

'“The Talented Mr. Ripley,” is returning to screens in a fresh adaptation. Helmed by acclaimed filmmaker Steve Zallian, known for his work on "The Irishman" and "The Night Of", this eight-episode series takes a bold artistic turn by employing black-and-white cinematography to evoke the essence of Patricia Highsmith’s 1955 novel.

Zallian, who has taken on the roles of writer, director, and executive producer for this project, was inspired by the novel's atmospheric depth to choose black-and-white cinematography for the entire series.

The story unfolds in the early 1960s, focusing on the cunning and complex character of Tom Ripley, portrayed by Andrew Scott, known for his memorable roles as Moriarty in "Sherlock" and the "hot priest" in "Fleabag."

In "Ripley," Scott's character is a skilled forger and con artist operating in New York City, whose life spirals into darkness after he accepts a job from a wealthy businessman.

The task? To travel to Italy and persuade the businessman's son, Dickie Greenleaf, to return to America. However, this mission soon leads Tom into a world of deception, fraud, and murder, marking a dramatic shift from his initial intentions.

Johnny Flynn, an accomplished actor and musician, steps into the shoes of Dickie Greenleaf, a role previously filled by Jude Law in the 1999 film adaptation. Flynn's Dickie is a trust fund beneficiary with aspirations of becoming a renowned painter, who warmly welcomes Tom into his life.

The series also features Dakota Fanning as Marge Sherwood, Dickie's girlfriend who is immediately wary of Tom's intentions. Fanning, whose career took off with her role in "I Am Sam" opposite Sean Penn, has since starred in numerous high-profile films and series, including "War of the Worlds," the "Twilight" saga, and "The Alienist."

Eliot Sumner debuts in a significant acting role as Freddie Miles, a wealthy acquaintance of Dickie's who suspects Tom's motives from the start. Sumner, the child of music legend Sting and Trudie Styler, previously appeared in "The Gentlemen" and "No Time to Die."

Additionally, Dickie's father is played by Kenneth Lonergan, the Oscar-winning writer-director known for "Manchester by the Sea" and "You Can Count on Me."'

[thefanfictionkingdom]

Okay. 😤 I’m reading this, I will be rereading this, and I will reread this again.

Two things came to mind during the first read-through.

Steve

Robin

What the FRACK?!

Okay, so that’s three things.

My first impression of this chapter: So, Steve and Robin are really just going to add more gasoline to that bridge they’re burning, huh?

Like, for real.

And, really, that’s it. That’s the summary of my comment. Like, I have opinions and then I have OPINIONS.

Let’s start with R and Robin. Most likely, my thoughts on them might not take as much space compared to the saga that is R and Steve and the R-Eddie-Steve conundrum.

So, first things first. R and Robin.

Yeah, Robin is definitely not going to win any “Best Friend of the Year” award. She’s just ready and willing to burn her bridges, huh?

Just like that.

There’s a part of me that’s glad that R called Robin out on not being a great friend or even a present friend. A vicious part of me is still waiting for R’s “Reason You Suck” speech to Robin. And I will be delightfully pleased to see Robin emotionally eviscerated and scarred by it. Yeah…I’m a vengeful and petty person and I am owning it.

I get the sense that R hasn’t gotten to that point where she’ll give Robin that “Reason You Suck” speech. But, it’s coming. It has to come. Especially when some part of Robin knows R’s right and there’s some guilt over Robin’s treatment of R.

The issue with Steve and Robin and their relationship/treatment of R is that R’s love is unconditional. Instead of treasuring her love and loyalty, they abuse it, take it for granted, because they know she’ll take whatever attention they’ll give her.

In a sense, R reminds me of Anne Elliot from Jane Austin’s Persuasion. She’s quiet, an introvert, and does what she can to make the people in her life happier. Meanwhile, the people in her life treat her horribly and couldn’t be bothered with her.

However, since Everlong is focused on R and her journey, things are going to change. Old friendships will be broken. New friendships will be forged. Old loves (if you can call it that) die and new loves blossom. I definitely can’t wait to see R come into her own and recognize her own worth. I would definitely enjoy seeing R blossom and make new friends. She’s definitely worth more than the scraps Robin and Steve throw at her. But, I digress.

Let’s face it, Robin is a terrible friend. The minute Nancy entered the picture, she dropped R like a hot potato. Instead of owning up to it, she pins the blame of their crumbling friendship on R.

Like, I get it. Friends do drift apart. It’s a fact of life. But instead of admitting that they’re drifting apart and either try to fix the friendship or just cut all ties, Robin just straight up blames it on R. Like, what the 🤬?!

Robin’s not as into the friendship as R because R has changed since the Upside Down? What kind of bullshit is that?! I would be more surprised if nobody came out of there with some form of PTSD or another.

But, okay, fine, Robin. If that’s the hill you want to die on, fine. You do you. But replacing R with Nancy? That’s an asshole move. Congratulations, Robin. You’re King Steve.

Rereading the scene between R and Robin broke my heart. I hate that R’s heart has been broken twice by the people who claim to love and care about her. Their actions say otherwise. I especially hate that, even after all of that, Robin (at least in this moment and the moments after) won’t feel the loss of her friendship with R.

Here’s the thing, though. When it comes to Nancy, she’s not the type to stick around once the shine of a new thing wears off.

I have to admit, when it comes to Stranger Things and the fandom, I’m more of a fan of the fanfiction than the original work. When I first tried to get into the show, I definitely didn’t like Nancy. She wasn’t likeable or relatable to me. She wasn’t nice to her brother and she wasn’t a great friend to Barbara. As an older sister, even as a teenager, I would hang out with my brother and talk to him instead of pretending he doesn’t exist. And, as a friend, I would never ditch my friend at a party for some guy.

Here’s a pattern that I’m seeing with Nancy. When Steve was interested in her, her friendship with Barbara deteriorated. (I wouldn’t be surprised if there weren’t any otherworldly monsters, Nancy would constantly bail on Barbara for Steve and his cronies.) Then, when she was with Steve, Jonathan caught her eye. And then, when Jonathan canceled on her during Spring Break, she and Steve had something going on. So, really, who’s to say that this friendship between Nancy and Robin will last?

After all of this, I would love to see R being indifferent to Steve and Robin. Of course, in the beginning, she’s going to mourn the loss of her friendships with them. But after everything that went down between them? Too much has happened for anything to be fixed.

And, really, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s indifference. Apathy.

Think about it. It occurred to me the first time I read @rayshippouuchiha’s (Iron Is a) Star Killer (Iron Man fic, would recommend but definitely Team Cap critical). Hate is a strong emotion and it requires a person’s energy to feel that way toward someone else. Either way, that other person will still get attention from someone who’s feeling strongly about them.

However, indifference? Apathy? That requires no effort. What’s more hurtful? Going from friends to enemies? Or going from friends to strangers? With friends to enemies, yes, you’re fighting on opposite sides but at least you still have your former friend’s attention on you in one form or another. But friends to strangers? It’s like, one day, you’re the best of friends and you know everything about each other inside and out. Then, the next day, you’re complete strangers. At most, you’ll pass each other on a street and maybe do a nod of acknowledgment at most. You don’t care about what’s happening in your former friend’s life because it’s no longer your concern.

With the way I’m picturing R and Robin, I definitely want to see their dynamic change from being best friends to strangers.

Robin wants distance from R because R’s changed so much from the Upside Down? Fine. She’ll get her wish. But she’ll get more than she bargained for once the shine of her new friendship with Nancy wears off. I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me if Nancy treats Robin the same way Robin treats R. I’m sure once word gets around, R will feel vindicated and move on with her life.

I can picture Robin calling R out of nowhere and trying to make small talk. R is only half listening because she’s preparing to go somewhere with her new friends. And, just when Robin is about to ask R if she wanted to hang out, R would say she already has plans to meet up with her work friends. And wouldn’t that hurt Robin?

Honestly, I’m a simple woman with simple needs. I just want R to realize her worth, expand her social circle outside of Robin and Steve, and for Robin and Steve to feel that sting of rejection (eh, sting is too small—pain might be more appropriate) they inflicted due to their casual cruelty. Because, let’s be real, Steve and Robin have been complete bags of dicks just by being casually cruel to R. (Thank you, T Swift, you’ve done it again.) I want them to get a taste of their own medicine.

👀👀👀 Wow. The R and Robin section went longer than I anticipated and I still haven’t gotten to Steve and R and Eddie and R.

I’m going to pause this for now. But I will definitely leave another comment to express more of my opinions. I am definitely enjoying this fic. Thank you! 💗😘😍💗

Everlong // part five 

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, mentions of depression & anxiety, mentions of death, mentions of ptsd, physical fight, the boys throw some punches…, slut shaming

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // Steve Harrington x fem!reader 

Summary: One night is all it took for everything to fall apart. Almost everything. 

Author’s note: @prettyboyeddiemunson thank you for helping me with some of the ideas for this part! <3 also, happy valentine’s day!

series masterlist 

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As Steve is walking back and forth in his driveway, his mind keeps replaying the scene that happened in front of him mere minutes ago. He is both angry and hurt, his heart is hammering against his ribcage, his throat feels tight, angry tears fall from his eyes. He can’t believe that you kissed Eddie.

You love him, right? You don’t love Eddie, he is sure of that. You and Eddie are nothing but friends– he tries to convince himself of that but the kiss looked nothing like a kiss that was shared between two friends who played a drunken game of truth or dare.

Keep reading

[starsofcybertron]

ERROR - A Steve Saga AU

5 | Conflict

§˜FavreMySabre’s P.O.V.˜§

I couldn’t believe Lilith yelled at Alizza like that. I paused to take a breath. How fast could that girl run? “Alizza? Where are you?" I called out for her. I didn’t get a response back. “Alizza, c’mon!" Still, I heard nothing. I heard a noise and turned around. “Alizza?" I asked again. A bunny hopped out from a bush and I felt a wave of disappointment.

💛▬Alizza’s P.O.V.▬💛

I walked away as fast as I could. If Lillith wouldn’t let me stay without arguing, I now knew another place. It wasn’t my first choice, but then again, neither was the cabin.

“Alizza? Where are you?" I stopped running when I heard someone yell. That was Sabre’s voice, wasn’t it. Did he go after me? I think about going back, but I don’t reply. I shifted my feet and a twig snapped, frightening a bunny. 

“Alizza? Is that you? Come out, it’s not safe out here!”

I didn’t move.

“Alizza, please. There are Steves out here waiting for an opportunity to destroy someone; neither of us are safe here. You gotta come out before one or both of us get hurt!”

I slumped, giving up. I stepped out from my hiding spot behind a cluster of trees. “Hi…”

Sabre semi dramatically put a hand on his chest, letting out a relieved breath. “Ok, good, you’re safe. Now let’s get out of here before something bad happens.”

We started walking back, but lo and behold - something bad happened.

☆~Galaxy Steve’s P.O.V.~☆

I walked up to Lilith and stood behind her. I considered asking her if she was alright. Instead, I poked her in the back until she turned around.

“What?” Lillith asked.

“Sandwich?" I asked her. She turned to me and gave me a confused and angry look.

“What?" Lilith said. “There aren’t any sandwiches here-"

“So you know what sandwiches are! If you know what sandwiches are, then what are balloons?" I asked.

“Seriously?"

“I don’t know what ‘balloons’ are-"

“You really don’t? Oh my- okay. They’re like floating blocks with strings attached at the bottom so you can hold them," Lilith explained, annoyed.

“Oh," I said. Lilith rubbed her temples and I let out a small chuckle. “Look, I don’t- balloons are like a mystery to me.”

“How do you know what a sandwich is but not a balloon?”

Soon enough, I was giggling and had even gotten a smile from Lilith. "Maybe you aren’t as bad as you seem," I said with a grin.

“It’s not like I enjoy any of your guys’ company." Lilith said, her smile vanishing. 

"Whatever you say, Lilith…" I said, joking around because, honestly, I don’t believe her. “Hey, Lilith? Are you one of those ‘tsundere’ girls?" I ask her cautiously. “Ew. No. Just- no. Gross. Blegh," Lilith counters, her face screwed up in disgust.

“Okay," I chuckle, roll my eyes, and walk away to catch some pufferfish. I love pufferfish! And sandwiches, of course! How can you not live without them?

§˜FavreMySabre’s P.O.V.˜§

A forest fire had begun nearby as we walked back, and it was spreading quickly. We started running and I looked to my right to make sure Alizza was still there. Her forehead was shiny with sweat and she looked weak.

“Are you okay?” I asked her. “We can take a break if you need.”

“I’m-” She paused for a breath, “I’m fine. Fire is one of my weaknesses,” Another breath, “but I’ll be okay as long as we don’t get too close to it.”

I looked at her dubiously. “Okay, if you say so.”

The fire was already on our heels when I glanced behind me. If we didn’t hurry, we’d be caught in the middle of it. Turning my head again, I saw that Alizza was falling behind. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with me. She stumbled and I didn’t stop, only dragged her back up as we ran. I looked her up and down, and she did not look good. Alizza was pale now, but her skin felt really warm, almost burning hot. Sweat was running down her face and she was breathing heavily.

I was about to tell her she needed a break when my eyes stung. Instinctively, I went to rub them like anyone does when their eyes hurt. I let go of Alizza’s wrist and I thought she said something, but I couldn’t tell what. I could feel hot tears in the corners of my eyes. I kept my eyes closed and I tripped on something and fell, catching myself with my arms before I face planted. Crap. I opened my eyes and went to stand up, but I stumbled back onto my butt.

“Sabre, are you okay?!” Alizza asked.

I nodded and tried to stand up again. My surroundings glitched, lines of different thicknesses and colours cutting straight into my vision. “Ag̷̜̓h-” Instead of stinging, my eyes hurt, like someone was poking them with tiny needles all over. My ears rang, deafening me and leaving only the high-pitched noise. Does this have something to do with me getting stuck here? Or could it be something else?

I took a shaky breath and stood up, successfully this time. Alizza put her hand on my arm, her face full of fear. The fire had completely surrounded us, and everywhere I looked there wasn’t a clearing. 

“I don’t see a way out!” I yelled over the sound of fire sizzling and popping. “Do you think you can get us out?” I thought maybe she could fly us out, but when I looked at her she could barely keep her eyes open. She shook her head faintly before her knees gave out and she fell to the ground. I reached for her but I felt something hit my head and everything went black.

[thebandcampdiaries]

Marco Angelo - The Hooded Guitarist has released an explosive rendition of Cha.la Head-cha-la (Dragon Ball Z Theme)

August 2023 - Electric guitar has been around for quite some time now. Still, it's hard to beat when it comes to power, nuances, and expression. If you need a reminder of just how great this instrument can be, check out Marco Angelo - The Hooded Guitarist, a fantastic virtuoso of the six strings based in Italy. 

Marco Angelo grew up listening to rock and metal music, but his background is incredibly diverse. He also loves anime themes, so he decided to channel his two passions into a unique endeavor: creating guitar-based renditions of some of his favorite Anime themes! One of his latest creations is a great instrumental rock take on Cha.la Head-cha-la, the famed theme song for Dragon Ball Z. Created by Akira Toryiama, Dragon Ball Z is more than just an anime: it went on to become a true cultural phenomenon, which also attracted audiences beyond the anime fanbase. At the height of its momentum, Dragon Ball Z was a true staple for teenagers, something as given as eating lunch every day or going to school! The theme song, in particular, still resonates with so many people who grew up watching the show. For this reason, Marco Angelo's rendition has somewhat of a nostalgic feel. Listening to this track is a pretty powerful experience, not only on the grounds of the artist's fantastic performance. It is also a nod to a piece of history in the world of anime, making the experience truly special for fans and newcomers alike.

 The original song was composed by Chiho Kiyooka and appeared as the opening theme for the "Dragon Ball Z" anime during its first 199 episodes, becoming forever cemented in the heart of the Dragon Ball saga. On the other hand, Marco's original take on the Dragon Ball Z theme song offers a fascinating experience. This cover represents a sonic journey that captures the excitement of the show while adding a new twist. It takes many years of hard work to get to such a high level of skills on guitar, and Marco Angelo displays his versatility on this track. Not only does he shine as a soloist. He is also an adept rhythm player who knows how to beef up chords and set his tone so that it offers a very vibrant bloom of distortion, without the notes being too buzzy but rather benefiting from the creamy sustain. The rocking aesthetic of the guitar sound is also one of the key elements that make this rendition of the Dragon Ball Z theme so special. In other words, the familiar elements of the original composition are there, but with a fresh layer of distortion and power - an extra layer of hot sauce to spice things up, if you will! Corny cooking metaphors aside, the production choice is really spot on, denoting Marco Angelo's ability to let his rock influences and love of anime collide beautifully.

Creating a metal instrumental guitar cover of an anime theme can be an exciting creative endeavor, but it also comes with its own set of challenges, especially when it comes to capturing the color and spirit of a series as revered as Dragon Ball Z. However, Marco Angelo succeeded in the difficult task of staying true to the spirit of the original while putting his own spin on the song, infusing it with the heaviness and technicality characteristic of instrumental rock.

Find out more about Marco Angelo, and check out Cha.la Head-cha-la, a fantastic rock-inspired guitar version of the iconic Dragon Ball Z theme. The sound of this cover has a modern feel, but it also captures a touch of 80s and 90s nostalgia, which actually fits perfectly with the Dragon Ball Z lore and the series' DNA. Even if you are a rock guitar fan who doesn't know much about anime, this one is still highly recommended. Marco Angelo's skills will resonate with people who enjoy listening to artists such as Joe Satriani and Steve Vai, Steve Morse, Vinnie Moore, and Eric Johnson, only to mention a few.

Find out more about Marco Angelo - The Hooded Guitarist, and check out this release.

[illusion-reality-steve]

Plague Steve has been done so incedibly dirty over the years that I honestly feel like we need a Plague Steve appreciation day. He doesn't deserve to live in COVID's shadow.

I binge-watched a good amount of RQ and got through the Faceless arc. When I heard that Among Us reference in the Faceless debut episode, I felt a bit sad, knowing that 2020 did pave Faceless back into RQ for the necessary Among Us meme but also made Plague feel inappropriate to use. It’s strange to have Ghost and Faceless back in RQ but not Plague.

I understand why some people don’t want to joke about the pandemic, which is probably why Plague “disappeared.” But I don’t see Plague as a “covid meme” or a “covid personification” or as an edgy statement about something. I see him as his own character, who just happens to have “plague” in his name. It’s probably my nostalgia making me biased, because I got invested in the Steve Saga when Plague was current villain (though he was an ally at first).

I just miss him. I don’t think he needs an appreciation day. But I’ll still root for the chance that he’ll return, possibly as a corrupted or alternative Green Steve in Rainbow Quest. If people really don’t want him to be accused of representing covid, he can be revamped to be some plague-doctor-esque character instead of a character who commits biological warfare (which isn’t even remotely related to the pandemic anyways!). Or maybe he can be used as a warning to those who don’t take threats against their health or their community’s health seriously.