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grace-928 · 2 years

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“The Vanishing of Will Byers” Part 2

ClPairings: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Thank you to everyone who liked the first part! This story is just for fun and I’m happy that some people like it:)))

Word count: 1459

*Btw the gifs aren’t mine and don’t apply to this part of the story I just wanted cute videos of Steve lmao*

Shit. Shit. Shit. We are so fucking late.

“Dustin!” I yell, the tooth brush hanging between my lips. “Get up, we’re gonna be late!” I hear a loud groan as I finish brushing my teeth and wipe my mouth off.

Right as I’m about to bust up into Dustin’s room I hear our house phone start ringing. Sighing, I run to the kitchen and grabbed the phone before it stopped ringing. “Hello?”

“Hi, Y/n, it’s Joyce.”

“Oh, hi, Mrs. Byers.”

“I was wondering if Will spent the night at your house last night?”

Confused I reply, “Uh, no ma’am. He biked off to your house once Dustin and I got home from Mikes. We left a little after eight, why? He’s not home?”

“Uh,” Mrs. Byers starts off, “You know what? I think he just left early for...for school. Thank you so much. Bye.”

“Oh, ok, by-” I try to respond, but she hangs up before I can finish my sentence. ‘That was odd.’ I thought before hanging the phone up.

Walking to Dustin’s room I slam open the door and the first thing I see is the drool running down his chin. “Dude, get the hell up and get dressed.” I say as I rip the blankets off of him. “Mom will be pissed if she gets a call from the school saying that we were late...again.”

“I’m up, I’m up.” He groans, getting up and walking to his closet.

“Good, I’m gonna fix us a quick breakfast and by the time I’m done you better be ready to head out the door.” He rolls his eyes murmuring a ‘yeah, yeah’ before I walk out of his room, heading to the kitchen.

After feeding Mews and fixing Dustin and I a pop-tart, I head to my room to grab my keys and my bag. Mine and Dustins rooms are right beside each others making the wall behind our beds connected to each other. When Dustin was little he would have these little nightmares, so he would knock three times on the wall and, since I’m a light sleeper, it would wake me up. So, being the amazing big sister I am, I would go in there and hold him until he went back to sleep. I eventually would end up falling asleep along side him. I slam my fist on the wall behind my bed. “Hurry the hell up dipshit! You have three minutes until I’m leaving your ass here.”

“I’m coming!” He yells, exiting his room at the same time I exit mine. I throw him his pop-tart, making him stumble with his jacket and book-bag. Dropping both items in the process. I laugh at the clumsy tween in front of me. I walk out of the house, Dustin soon on my trail, and get into my car reeving the engine. Right as he shuts his door I put the car in reverse and speed off to school.

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“Mom’s gonna have your ass if she finds out how fast you just went. Especially in the school zone.” Dustin says, a mischievous grin on his face.

Parking at the middle school to let him out, I roll my eyes looking at my little brother. “What the hell do I have to do now?”

“I won’t tell mom that you were going fifty in a twenty-five if you give me the Marvel Chris Claremont and Frank Miller’s Wolverine.”

“What?! No?! That took me six months to get and it was hella expensive. No way, think of something else.” I say, rolling up my window before I head to the high school.

Opening the door to get out of the car, he shrugs his bag on, the same evil grin on his toothless face. “Then I guess when we get home moms gonna find out and your gonna be in deep shit.”

“Okay, okay!” I yell, right before he slams the door shut. “I’ll give it to you.” He throws his fist up in victory. “But,” I start, and the happy smiles slowly goes down once he knows whats coming. “Just remember...payback is a bitch.”

“Well, shit.” I hear him whisper before he slams the door shut and I speed off to go park at the high school.

As I’m walking to my first period class, I have to ignore the usual stares I get from the assholes of students in this Godforsaken high school. I don’t really get along with anybody in this school except for maybe Nancy Wheeler and Barb Holland. It’s not that I don’t want friends it’s just that people either think I’m weird or I’m hot. And when they think I’m weird they don’t stick around for long, but when they think I’m hot they just use me to get with one of the many guys that I have rejected here.

“Good morning, Y/n.”

I jump from the surprise of another persons voice as I unlock my locker. Once I notice it was Barb who greeted me, my nerves slowly calm down.

“Good morning Barb, Nancy.” I say as I notice Nancy taking out her Chemistry book. “Don’t worry about Kaminsky’s test. You’ll-we’ll do fine on it.”

“Thanks.” She says, a nervous laugh following up. “You’ve been nervous for it too?” She asks after a few seconds.

“Oh, definitely. His tests are impossible, no matter how high someones GPA is.” I say laughing along with her. “But, come on Nance, you’re the smartest person I know, you’ll be fine.” I glance over to the inside of her locker and notice a folded up piece of paper. “Oh, now what is this.” I quickly grab the paper before she can protest. “ ‘Meet me. Bathroom. -Steve.’ Gross, thank God I know exactly where I won’t be before class.”

She snatches the paper from my hand and puts it in her pocket, a blush slowly appearing on her face.

“You were saying?” Barb says. Which I’m guessing is from their previous conversation.

“I’ll see you guys later.” Nancy says, before closing her locker and rushing off to the girls bathroom.

“Have fun Nancy, we all know you will!” I yell out to her, Barb smacking my arm, but eventually she, too, was laughing at my remark.

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Halfway through Kaminsky’s review packet of the test. The principal walks in interrupting the class.

“Mr. Kaminsky, may I see Ms. Y/n Henderson, please. This will only take a moment.” The principal asks.

Kaminsky nods to me. I put my packet into my binder and grab my bag. Once I’m out of the room I see the Chief of police. Jim Hopper.

“Um, what is this about?” I ask the chief.

“I’ll explain once we get to the office. We just have to ask you a few questions about last night.” He replies as we start to walk to the office.

“It’s about Will, isn’t it? Joyce called me this morning before Dustin and I went to school.” I admit as we walk into the office. When we all have taken our assigned seats, he grabs a note pad and starts to ask the questions.

“Can you tell us everything that happened last night? You were at the Wheelers house, I believe?” He starts off.

“Yes, well I wasn’t there as long as the boys but I was there around eight to eight thirty-ish. I went to go pick up my little brother, Dustin.”

“And did you take him in your car or...?”

“No, I drove behind him, Lucas, and Will to make sure they got home. Lucas got home first, then me and Dustin. Wait. Did Will not make it to his house last night?” I asked, cause now that I think about it, I didn’t follow him to make sure he got home safely.

“No, he did not. And now we are trying to locate him. Do you know what road he takes home?” He asks, placing his hat on his head.

“Yeah,” I say, starting to get nervous for absolutely no reason. “The boys call the road Mirkwood. It’s from The Hobbit.”

Sighing, the chief stands up. “Yeah, that’s exactly what the three boys told me. You’re excused Ms. Henderson. Thank you for your help. When you get out of school, you head straight home and make sure your little brother stays put. We don’t need three more boys going missing because they were too stubborn to listen.”

“Yes sir.” I say as he walks out with his lieutenant in tow. As the principal dismissed me back to class, there was only one thing on my mind. Knowing the boys, those three little shit heads were gonna get themselves in trouble by going out to search for Will. Great, now I gotta be their damn babysitter.

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A/n: Just btw, it might seem that the reader is mean to Dustin but when I write them together it’s like a brother/sister kind of love. or a love/hate relationship lol. I didn’t want anybody to think I’m hating on Dustin, I would never, he’s one of my favorite characters! Anyways, hope ya’ll liked it, enjoy! <3

#steve harrington #stranger things #nancy stranger things #barb holland #steve x henderson #will byers #dustin henderson

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autumnhobbit · 1 year

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I posted 8,041 times in 2022

That's 1,743 more posts than 2021!

1,127 posts created (14%)

6,914 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@autumnhobbit

@shenzi-hemlock

@nerdylibertarian928

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I tagged 1,709 of my posts in 2022

#save - 24 posts

#art - 23 posts

#the batman - 20 posts

#lol - 20 posts

#dc - 18 posts

#tdk-ing - 18 posts

#photos - 17 posts

#flowers - 15 posts

#sigh. - 11 posts

#lotr - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#some people really do get to just dwell on whatever bullshit pops into their heads and publish it without one editor looking at it and going

My Top Posts in 2022:

Matt reeves and his blorbo Robert Pattinson, Robert Pattinson and his blorbo Matt reeves

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tag yourself: are you a pie, cake, pastry, or cookie person?

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was talking to hubby the other day about the sort of character stagnation a bunch of comics have because he was curious what winds up happening to Mr. Freeze (his favorite Batman villain) and it made me mad because I started thinking of a comic arc in which, with Bruce’s help, Nora is finally cured and thawed out but suddenly has to face the reality of all the insane things her husband did while she was out of it to save her, their lives in Gotham are basically ruined because even though Bruce has done his damndest vouching for him, no one trusts Victor anymore, he can’t get his old job back, there’s just a lot of public pressure, oh and also the fact that he can’t live outside of the extreme cold anymore, so it’s a whole story dealing with that and the enemies Victor made as Freeze, and at the end maybe Bruce finds a research station in Siberia or Antarctica where Victor and Nora can go and live, and they resolve to do so together even though it isn’t an ideal situation because they love each other and because of that being exiled isn’t really a punishment and feels more like a new beginning for them and the last panel could be Batman watching the two of them walk off towards the station hand in hand as the sun starts to rise over the icy landscape and fuck me why do i do these things to myself

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My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #God help me im wasting my life #..........anyway also the inherent shame of reblogging myself the most (hides)

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mysticdreamcafe · 27 days

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Finding my MoJo with some mystic help

I'm going to put this out there...I'm an intuitive empath that loves her crystals and tarot cards. Pendant's, and rune stones.

So after my rows with nature, stress, family, Dr's, and all around ill health (I don't have many Immunoglobulin G's which I call goblin G troup). Thanks to Goblin Gs going AWOL I have been on antibiotics since July of 2023. 2 weeks on these massive combo pills and a week or two off, repeat either till I am antibiotic resistant or I can get the shots to force goblin G troups to join me and fight. Lets not forget inhalers, nasal sprays, pills both herbal and pharma. medications.

I am going to fight with everything I have through 2024 and if there isn't a significant improvement in at least one area I will stop any traditional medical practices I can and try for a more holistic approach.

Especially, after a bout with COVID-19 that took over 6mo to recover from I have learned to deal with energy syphons. You know, the people who make interaction challenging and tedious. I've always been able to gage a room and the people in it but never trusted my instincts. That has changed, I know am trying to trust my first impressions and inner voice now.

I said I'd mention Johhny Depp in this post so here it goes. It's nothing exciting but more annoying from my point of view.

During my "I quit and will just wait to die" moments during the end of 2023 I saw what my giving up was doing to my mother and daughter. That's when I decided to get through the holidays and then make some changes. So my fingers started typing in preparation things like... nutrition, keto, raw diet, balanced, yoga, brain eating itself, replacing white matter, and so on. Each time I searched a topic Johnny Depp showed up in a clip. There'd be a dog, guitar, baby, rants on his divorce, with his son, etc. His clips had nothing to do with what I was researching.

Let me refresh you...I DON'T CARE ABOUT FAMOUS PEOPLE SO i DON'T RESEARCH THEM. Though stuff does pop up occasionally it's not about one celeb over and over. During this time I had looked up why people couldn't leave Keanu Reeves and his girlfriend alone. My daughter brought it to my attention so I searched.

According to computer science if you search a topic either via typing it on a keyboard or verbally asking an AI like Alexa about it. Once you've selected the topic: famous name, raised garden beds, new roofs, dog characteristics, etc. the search engine (bing, google, etc) will flood you with ads regarding these specific topics.

Mr. Reeves plays bass in a band so why was Depp the one showing up?

After a few weeks of Johnny Depp ads annoying the crap out of me I went to bed irritated and with a killer migraine. That is until I remembered...things usually happen for a reason. What is the reason? So I asked Alexa...what instrument he plays, his band name, other members, play some of their songs.

I'll be honest and say the first song didn't resonate with me. I continued for a few more songs and one was an Alice Cooper remix. This brought nostalgia and emotion that I've missed since I stopped listening to music regularly. Migraines and music or any noise don't get along so I opted for quiet.

I asked for Alexa to switch to 80s rock and something clicked.

I've started this blog and not sure how often I'll post since I quit Social medias for the most part...esp FB, to limit screen times. I'm looking into a free course on coding through Stratford U. I have a BA in computers but it's been ages since I've written code or done anything with computers themselves due to illness.

Remember I am writing most things, except this blog, long hand.

Oh I want to say in case one of Johnny's people see this post that I wrote to him to thank him for reminding me about my love of music. I stopped listening again during a rough patch and he started popping up again! I grabbed my headphones and started listening to some Mozart. A day later the pop ups were back to normal.

I received a mass produced photo of him, I don't think he signed it and it was simply printed with photo but the gesture is nice. If one of his people read this tell him that even though we've never met I thank him for helping me out of a dark time via reminding me of my love of music and to keep spreading his energy.

When I wrote Johnny I didn't ask for anything but I just wanted him to know he'd made a difference in some ordinary persons life without even realizing it.

The writing of letters long hand, in cursive, has helped and if anyone wants to pen pal please let me know and I'll set up a PO Box. Assholes need not apply!

Time for a reading and meditation.

May you be grounded and good energy surround you

#health #writing #Johhny Depp #self awareness #self forgiveness #deciding your own future #Humor #self peace

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valentinathienthan · 2 years

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Keanu Charles Reeves

I don’t know you, Mr. Reeves, but seeing you pop up on my youtube playlist makes me giggle like a schoolgirl and sing to myself and laugh at your triflin ass. The effect you have on me makes me act silly.

“I’m Hopelessly Devoted to You.” Me and a zillion other groupies.

There’s nowhere to hide since you pushed me aside

i’m out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you.

*sigh*

You’re not even mine. You’re Alexandra’s.

just in my fantasies.

At least I still have good taste :P

But if you were mine, it would so not be an open marriage... what’s mine is mine.

still for you it’s Alex

but you’ve had a curative effect on me. and at least I know now I can remain alone for my remaining days here. i’m glad i don’t need anyone like that anymore. it’s wonderful.

~Valentina Tuesday Thienthan

#hopelessly devoted to you #keanucharlesreeves

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singeratlarge · 2 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the 1965 single by The Supremes, “I Hear a Symphony.” The song is an allegory for the wonders of a lover, unifying romantic idyll and vocal exhuberance that stretched the abilities of then-22 year old Diana Ross. Now the 6th #1 hit single for The Supremes, the song was composed by the incomparable Motown Records songwriting team of Brian Holland, his brother Eddie, and Lamont Dozier. They’d been writing since they were teenagers and wrote hits for The 4 Tops, Marvin Gaye, Martha Reeves, and others. Dozier said, “We were keeping up not only with what was going on at Motown, but in the world, meaning The Beatles, The Beach Boys…There was definitely a standard…Everything that came out had a signature as well as it had to sound like a hit.” Dozier said they’d regularly go to chamber, opera, and symphony concerts “for song concepts.” Baroque, electronic, ethnic, and orchestral influences became part of “the Motown sound.”

“I Hear a Symphony” was a turning point. Early Motown hits like “Money” and “Please Mr. Postman” were rooted in r’n’b, rock’n’roll, and gospel and sold mostly to teens, but Motown President Berry Gordy saw a bigger picture. Ray Charles had already merged “strings with soul,” but his audience was older. The Beach Boys, Phil Spector, The Beatles, and other British Invasion pop acts cherry-picked ideas from musicals, classical, and the avant-garde (perhaps prophesying the “progressive rock era” when Keith Emerson would do Bartok, Bernstein, and boogie-woogie in one flash). By comparison, Motown was even more pro-active about marrying classical, jazz, and pop/rock to “soul music.” Motown arrangers (Paul Riser, etc.), were inspired by Broadway and the jazz orchestrations of Duke Ellington and George Gershwin. They hired musicians from the Detroit Symphony to join elegance to The Funk Brothers, the Motown house band. “I Hear a Symphony” features the muscular drumming of Benny Benjamin and the the distinctive baritone sax solo of Mike Terry.

Diana Ross says this is one of her favorite Supremes songs to do, and it’s on my list of 12 pieces of music that changed my life. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpL1TTxffO0

#birthday #dianaross #supremes #symphony #motown

#birthday #Diana ross #supremes #Motown #symphony #johnny j blair #singer songwriter #music #pop rock

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gender-euphowrya · 3 years

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i was watching this netflix show called swedish dicks (as in detectives it’s not horny) and all of a sudden keanu reeves ???

#it's a neat show haven't finished it yet but it's decently funny #NOT perfect by any means #like idk the north korean character seems kinda... not that well handled and stereotypical but #idk there are worse things to watch on this fucking streaming platform i suppose #it's about a detective who used to be a stunt man in movies and his partner tragically died on set #so he's got to deal with his Trauma (trademark) and he meets this guy who's a failed DJ #they're both swedish so they bond in a way and the DJ becomes his new partner and Shenanigans ensue #but ye #mr reeves popped up and i was like ?????? keanu?????????????? tf

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sporesmoldandfungi · 2 years

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Flip City - Mrs. Spengler

A/N : Hello! This is the first chapter for ‘Flip City’!It’s going to be a lot more interesting than ‘Magic’ due to the changes I’ll be making to the general storyline, so the dialogue not a direct copy of the script. If any of you are confused or want to be aware of any changes, I suggest you look at my Background Info on my masterlist before reading so you understand the whole story first. I hope you all enjoy and I’m very excited to officially be starting this story. <3

Autumn had left New York City and winter was in full swing. Gone were the Jack-o-Lanterns and in were the Christmas reeves and trees. Genevieve Spengler was no exception, having decorated her front door to her and her husband's, townhouse. After her near death experience with a certain Sumaritan god, she spent most of her time at home or working part-time at Ray's book store. Egon made enough money for Genevieve to have the luxury of choosing her career.

It was two days after Halloween, Genevieve sat in her living room, toying with the grand piano that sat by the front window. Every now and then she would look out and watch people walk down the street. In all honesty, she was hoping to see Egon come home from work. She knew he got caught up in his research, it was indearing when she was his assistant and was the one who would eventually coax him out of his work. But now, being home alone all day, sometimes until late in the night, his work habits got on her nerves. She took a glance at the clock that hung above one of the many bookshelves in the living room.

7 o'clock.

"That's it." she huffed, closing the lid of her piano. She walked to the coat rack, quickly throwing on a large peacoat and some boots. She yelled a goodbye to her cats and made her way to Egon's work. He was rehired at Columbia after the success of the Ghostbusters. What once was Weaver Hall was now the Institute for Advanced Theoretical Research, thanks to the great Dr. Spengler.

She opened the heavy, oak door. Forgetting it's weight, she struggled for a moment until one of the researchers helped her. She looked at the young woman and smiled at her.

"Good evening, Mrs. Spengler. Dr. Spengler is in the back." the woman said.

Genevieve took off her jacket, draping it over her arm. "Thank you."

It took a while for her to get used to being "Mrs. Spengler", but she liked the butterflies she got everytime someone addressed her as such.

She mumbled 'hellos' to the passing researchers and interns as she made her way to the back. Finally, she reached the back door. Five years ago it read, "Venkman burn in hell!" and it was now replaced with a gold plate with Egon's name on it. You could still see the faded red letters on the wood, though. It was a big inside joke between her and her friends.

One of Egon's lab assistants acknowledged Genevieve's presence, "Dr. Spengler, your wife is here."

Egon popped up from behind a table, he smiled at his wife. Four years had passed since he married her, but he still had a big schoolboy crush on her. He walked over to her, kissing her temple and hanging up her coat on the back of his office chair. He ushered for her to follow him to where he was previously working.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Mrs. Spengler?" he said smiling, picking up his clipboard.

She shrugged, "It was getting late and I just wanted to check on you, see what you were up to."

He walked around the lab, Genevieve hot on his trail. "I'm still working on the human emotions and it's affect on its surroundings theory. Making some progress today. But, I had a visitor today so that's why I'm staying a little late tonight."

"Oh, who?"

"Dana." he said nonchalantly, scribbling something down on the clipboard.

Her eyes widened, "What did she need?".

Being the only two couples in their mutual friend group, Dana and Genevieve were quite close. Especially after their shard Gozer experience. When she married Peter, Genevieve helped with the wedding planning and was one of her bridesmaids. Egon and Genevieve were Dana and Peter's son's godparents. Hearing that there was a potential problem that Dana had and she went to Egon first instead of Genevieve kind of stung.

"Oscar's carriage went flying down 1st Avenue, was asking for my input. He's alright, so don't worry about that." he said nonchalantly, finally put down his clipboard, looking around at the assistants in the lab. He motioned for her to wait. He then proceeded to tell everyone that they could go home, that he would finish the work tomorrow morning. They all looked grateful and said their goodbyes. He looked back at Genevieve, motioning for her to sit down. "I wanted to see what you thought about what I'm going to say."

"Okay?"

"I think it may there may be a paranormal reasoning for this. I just wanted to warn you, just in case there was."

She shrugged, "Alright. I mean, I did just as much paranormal research as you did before we became Ghostbusters. Why the red herring?"

"What I mean is, if we need your help, will you be okay to put in a helping hand? I wouldn't want to trigger any trauma from Gozer."

"Psh! I'm fine!"

He lowered his face so he could look at her above his glasses. "Really? Because I recall a young lady who was pretty shaken by some paranormal events for over a year."

"Well she sounds like a wimp." she joked.

"I'm being serious, Genevieve." Egon said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I don't want to put you through that again, I don't want to go through that again either. I don't know if I could live with myself if something happened to you and I could have prevented it."

Genevieve grabbed his hands, "And I'm saying, I'm ready. Sitting at home everyday is getting boring anyways, it would be nice to have a project."

Egon smiled at her, even if she was lying, he knew he wouldn't win the argument. He stood up, grabbing their jackets. "I told Ray we would meet him at the store, I want his input on this, too. Wanna come with?"

She nodded and he put her jacket on her, always being the gentlemen. They rushed out of the lab, walking a few blocks down to Ray's bookstore. The store sign said 'closed' but they both knew that didn't apply to them. Being the first customers and part-time employees had its perks.

The bell overhead the door let out a ring as Egon opened it. Ray was behind the register, staring down at a newspaper, his reading glasses dangling on the edge of his nose.

"We're closed." he said, not looking up.

"What a shame, I was here to ask what a gal has to do get her hands on a "How-To" book on complete world domination. Gonna have to check out Barnes and Noble." Genevieve joked, walking over to join Ray at the counter.

He looked up at the sound of her voice, and greeted her and Egon with a warm smile.

"Always a pleasure, Genevieve." Ray smiled, leaning over the counter to greet her with an awkward hug. He waved to Egon who was busy looking through books that lined the walls. "What can I do for you?"

"Egon needs your input on something." she stated, grabbing a handful of mints from next to the register, unwrapping one and plopping it in her mouth.

"Oscar's carriage went out of control, moving on it's own down 1st avenue." Egon said, still looking through the titles.

Ray gasped, "That's great! Well, horrible for the baby, but great for us! Do you think this has a paranormal reason behind it?"

"We wouldn't be here if it didn't." Genevieve said.

Another ring from the bell made the three look over at the door. In sauntered Peter Venkman, making himself right at home.

"Ah, perhaps you could help me. I am looking for a love-potion aerosol that I could spray on a certain Penthouse Pet to obtain her total submission." he said in a horribly done German accent.

Egon stared at the man blankly, "Hello, Venkman."

"Hi, Egon. How's school?" Peter said, tossing his jacket over his shoulder. "I bet Genevieve is really missing that large cranium of yours."

"I think she's more interested in my epididymis." Egon quipped, making Peter chuckle.

Genevieve cleared her throat, making Egon smirk at her. "Nice to see you, Venkman."

"Oh, the missus came out of hiding. Where've you been, Genny?"

She shrugged, "Taking care of the cats."

"Nice, nice. Ray, let's close this place down so you can buy me a calzone." Peter said,

"Oh, I really can't do that right now, Pete. I'm working on something. But your book came in. "Magical Paths to Fortune and Power"." Ray said, handing him a small book.

"Thank you."

Egon and Genevieve snickered, "Good luck with that, Venkman."

"Will you put that on my tab, please?" Peter said, ignoring Egon and Genevieve's laughter and snide comments.

Ray nodded, going back to his reading.

Egon grabbed a book and quickly skimmed through it, "Ray, take a look at this."

Egon tossed the book to Genevieve, and she skimmed it herself before handing it to Ray.

Peter looked offended that he wasn't in on what they were working on. "So, what are you three working on? Drafting a contract for a threesome? I'm hurt, I always thought I'd be first pick for the Spengler's third. Probably because I'm married right? Well between you and me, the missus doesn't have to know. Maybe she can join."

"We're doing a favor for a friend." Ray stated.

"Oh, nice. Who?"

"I-uh." Ray was gladly interrupted by the phone, quickly answering it and just as quickly hanging up.

Peter grabbed Ray's face, asking again, "Who?"

Ray tried to ignore Peter, but failed when Peter gripped tightly on Ray's ears. Ray groaned and protested, saying he couldn't tell Peter. But the pain became too much, and he caved, "Dana!"

Peter quickly dropped Ray's ears, "My Dana?"

Awkward silence fell amongst the four adults. Peter didn't know who to be mad at, his friends for not telling him sooner, his wife for going behind his back, or himself for not noticing something was wrong sooner.

He took a deep breath, "I need a drink. Who's coming?"

"Sorry, Pete. It's best if Egon and I research as much as possible to help Dana." Ray said.

"Right, good idea." Peter looked over at Genevieve, "What about you? You free?"

"Why the hell not?"

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thrillridesz · 3 years

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may the best man win ▫ changmin

➳ pairing: best friend!changmin x gender neutral!reader ( ft. boyfriend!juyeon ) ➳ genre: fluff, love triangle!au ➳ warnings/rating: mentions and consumption of alcohol (PG13) ➳ word count: 1.4k ➳ requested?: no

a/n : this is written as a birthday special for tbz’s resident dancing (sometimes biting) king, changmin ^^ happy changmin day! this is unedited for now, i’ll edit it soon though so i apologise in advance for any errors. this is also inspired by this one scene i saw from an offlinetv vlog featuring my favourite youtube couple, michael reeves and lilypichu ><

“Happy birthday, Changmin!”

Changmin smiled as Eric popped off yet another party popper, hooting with joy. He watched the glittery confetti fall to the floor quietly, the dimples in his cheeks deepening yet as he did, he couldn’t help but let his sights drift to you. You who looked so outrageously gorgeous today with that silly party hat on and that radiant smile that he loved so much. He always adored the way your eyes would shine with such genuine mirth and liveliness and the way you would throw your head back whenever you laughed at a joke someone said.

In a way, his birthday felt so much better just by having you here. Sure, Changmin would have appreciated everyone that came to the party today but it was you who made it extra special just like you always did with your presence. The two of you have known each other for almost half your lives now but you have always been such a calming and impactful figure in his life. You stood up for him when the bullies in the courtyard wouldn't back down and you shared your lunches with him whenever his parents were so busy they forgot about it. He still distinctly remembered the many nights the two of you would chatter over the phone, laughing about the weirdest things and then laughing some more until you were both clutching at your hurting bellies.

It wouldn’t take anyone with half a brain to realise he was fast catching feelings. Practically everyone who hung out with the both of you could tell... That is except you.

The look in Changmin’s eyes hardened as Juyeon draped his arm over your shoulder, his large hand pulling you closer to him as he whispered into your ear. Seeing you giggle at whatever Juyeon was telling you and knowing that it was another man who made you smile so merrily the way you did was a special form of heart wrenching.

Oh, how he wished he was the one next to you instead.

Changmin shook his head, the smile on his face dimming ever so slightly.

He shouldn’t be having such thoughts.

“Guys, anyone up for an impromptu arm wrestling match?” Sunwoo asked as he downed his shot of liquor, drawing up his sleeves, “I’ve been going to the gym lately and let’s be honest, I’m going to wreck all of you.”

Eric shot him a scathing look.

“Random much? I was going to say no until you said that so bring it on. We’ll see how good Mr ‘I go to the gym’ really is.”

Sunwoo smirked, a hint of determination in his expression.

“Sure. Losers take a shot.”

“What the hell?!”

Changmin leaned back, a smug grin hanging on his lips as he watched Sunwoo’s face simply crumple up in dismay.

“Losers take a shot, you said it. Now, drink.”

Glaring at Changmin, Sunwoo gulped down the drink in an instance and slammed the shot glass on the table. Blinking rapidly as he clenched his jaw while the strong alcohol burned the back of his throat, Sunwoo could feel his face growing hotter and hotter by the minute.

“How are all of you so strong? Especially you, Changmin! What have you been eating?”

Changmin shrugged nonchalantly.

“Just maintaining a healthy lifestyle.”

“Admit that you’re weak, Sunwoo,” Eric chuckled, clearly enjoying the whole thing a little too much. The dark haired boy simply remained silent, pretending not to hear as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth.

“Let me have a go.”

All eyes turned to you and Changmin could have swore he felt his heart skip a beat. It was always this feeling of excitement and warmth whenever you were around and this time was no different.

“Ooh, we have a new contender!” Eric declared, putting on what he called his ‘gameshow host’ voice.

“Next to the arm wrestling table, we have... The formidable y/n! Ding ding ding!”

As you settled across the table from him, Changmin’s eyes glittered with mischief and playfulness as he tried to still the rapid beating of his heart that felt so delightful yet so nerve wracking.

“Might want to make sure you’re actually ready, y/n,” he said softly as he winked at you.

“We’ll see, Ji Changmin.” You shot him a grin and for a moment, Changmin wondered if that was considered breaking a rule. Aren’t you technically not supposed to make your opponent’s heart do all sorts of flips before a match?

As the two of you held hands and laid your elbows on the table, Changmin noticed Juyeon was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Juyeon?”

“He’s off taking a call, he’ll be back. Why, are you trying to catch me off guard? You’ll never.” You said, the grin on your face growing wider.

“1, 2... 3!” Eric called out and Changmin could feel you gripping on more tightly onto his hand as you tried to overpower him to no avail.

That sensation sent a pleasant jolt down his spine but he remained firm. In all honesty, you were no match for him. All of your strength was quite positively only a fifth of his and at any point of time, it would have been so easy for him to simply claim victory but he didn’t. Call him deluded but having your hand in his felt so right. He knew you were attached and having these thoughts weren’t technically justifiable per se but he couldn’t help it.

“Guys, I can’t...He’s too strong.” You said in between laughs.

“Giving up?” Changmin asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“Never. I know I can’t win but at least let me fight for it.” You replied indignantly.

It was a split second decision but one that he was happy to make as he completely let loose, causing your hands to fall instantly to his side of the table, allowing you to win.

“You did that on purpose!” You pouted.

“I’m a gentleman. That’s what we do.” He said good naturedly.

Only to you, it seems.

“Why weren’t you a gentleman to me then?” Sunwoo chipped in with a miffed tone.

Changmin rolled his eyes as he lightly shoved the younger boy before looking up to see Juyeon entering the room with a cellphone in his hands. He would never admit it but whenever he saw Juyeon, he would feel his heart sink just a little.

“What did I miss?”

“Oh, Changmin and y/n had an arm wrestling match. Y/n won.” Eric said, popping a piece of candy into his mouth.

Juyeon’s eyes widened before they crinkled into crescents as he turned to Changmin.

“Went easy, huh?”

“Juyeon!” You whined in protest, throwing a pillow at him which he dodged, laughing as he did.

Changmin returned the smile even though he didn’t really want to.

“I guess.”

“Why don’t the two of you arm wrestle? Juyeon, you haven’t had your turn!” Sunwoo pointed out to which you nodded your head, voicing your approval.

“Yes! Avenge my fallen pride, Ju!” You called out.

“Mine too.” Sunwoo said, still sounding a little disgruntled.

“Same here!” Eric quipped.

“Alright, alright. Calm down, you guys.”

As Juyeon settled in front of Changmin, he couldn’t help but feel a certain sort of fiery energy radiating from the man across him. There was this sense of intimidation he was feeling and as he looked into those dark eyes of his, Juyeon could tell that beneath that bright, adorable appearance Changmin had, there was something lurking behind that exterior.

“You’re probably just thinking too much, Juyeon. Changmin is a friend,” he thought to himself as they clasped their hand together.

“It’s all fun and games, dude. May the best man win.” Changmin whispered, causing Juyeon to snap up his head to stare at him.

“1, 2 and... 3!” You yelled out and before Juyeon knew it, his hand was slammed against the table and he had lost. The dull pain on his knuckles was nothing compared to the shock in him.

The room erupted into chaos as Eric jumped up and down excitedly while Sunwoo shook Juyeon by the shoulders but he barely registered anything. There was definitely no mistaking what he’d seen. As he followed Changmin’s gaze to you who had your jaw hanging open at how fast that match went by, Juyeon realised with a start that perhaps things weren’t really always all fun and games.

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queenoftheworldisdead · 4 years

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Off Schedule 4

Summary: Slow burn. Brad Pitt is your boss and he is going through a divorce. Smut in later chapters. Warning this is really fucking long(sorry), Kissing, fingering

Brad Pitt x Reader, Keanu Reeves x Reader

Any critiques to make me better are more than welcome.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Jonah asked Brad to come to his office to give him an update on the divorce proceedings. He arrived there late that evening, the mood in the room was solemn. Brad had a feeling that whatever Jonah had to say wouldn't be good. Taking the seat across from Jonah's desk Brad saw the grim look on his attorney's face.

"So you have news on the trial." Brad spoke first.

"The judge agreed to the expedition" Jonah said defeated. He had tried to call in favors to get the date of the divorce proceedings delayed and to stop the expedition, but he failed in the end. He called this meeting with Brad to discuss a strategy on how to proceed.

"I'm not surprised when she wants something she would be hard pressed not to get it." Brad half-heartily laughed.

"The text messages" Jonah continued with more bad news. "They came from your phone or at least your iPad. The devices are linked to your account therefore if presented as evidence it will look as if you sent them." Jonah was in the works to getting the messages thrown out, but after receiving the technical data of the origins of the texts he knew that would be hopeless.

Brad furrowed his brow. "How I always have my phone. You don't think I wouldn't have notice strange text coming off my phone" he was becoming agitated.

"While you were in the shower, while you slept it could've happened anytime. She must've texted from the ipad and deleted it after. That’s why you didn't see them or notice. The other number could've come from a $40 burner phone or a friend." Jonah tried to explain. "Which would be hard to prove without the other phone."

Brad got up, threw his hands in the air in frustration and paced Jonah's office fuming.

His life was being up rooted and there was nothing he could do. He wasn't sleeping barely eating. The only bit of normalcy he had in is life was work. Once through those doors he drifted into work letting that consume him. He had even taken up a habit of sleeping in his office.

Angelina was staying at the house. He was barely allowed access to his children. The stress was weighing down on him.

"This doesn't make any sense to me. I give her any and everything she could ask for" he lamented.

"Look I know the deck is stacked against us. Jen's baby, the text messages and the past history of impropriety." Jonah exhaled. "The date is set for the end of the month. Which doesn't give us much time to prepare."

"The bright side is we can more than likely get you partial custody, but you won't be the primary parent." Jonah said

"In regards to the company issue we might need to bring Keanu into the conversation." Jonah finished.

Brad knew he was right. He didn't like the idea of bringing Keanu into this mess. But it seemed he had no choice. "Your right. I'll have something setup." With that the two men rose and shook hands before departing.

The day started with a heavy down pour of rain. You hadn't checked the weather before leaving the house that day so you had quite the sprint from the bus stop to the office building.

The velocity of the wind decimated your hair, the rain soaked your outfit making it unflatteringly clingy. Your makeup you were sure was probably bleeding.

Once you get up stairs you hoped that you could salvage yourself before you started your day in the office.

When you got into the building you saw the lobby elevator doors were about to close. Squinting you couldn't make out who got in, but you called to them anyway.

"Wait hold the elevator please!" You shout as you carefully scurried to the closing doors.

A hand reaches out to hold them allowing you to shuffle inside. "Thank you" your words almost die in your mouth when you saw him.

It was Mr. Pitt, bone dry clutching his umbrella. He was smart enough to prepare for the day ahead. He took one look at you an immediately frowned.

Out of all the people to be alone in an elevator with it had to be him. You lowered your chin and walked to the back corner opposite him. He kept his distance and stayed quietly along the opposite wall. You looked like a drowning victim while he looked perfect.

Great another reason to hate you.

The tension was so thick that time had come to an agonizingly slow crawl.

Looking up through your lashes you debate if you should say something. Maybe you just needed to be the one to reach out first. To get things back to normal. Maybe apologize?

You took a deep breath and exhaled. This was it now or never.

"Um Mr. Pitt" your voice cut through the tension like a dull knife. You turn to face him, but he didn't move.

"Congratulations!" the words came out a bit louder than you anticipated.

His jaw clinched and a vein popped out of the side of his head. He was seething. You regretted speaking at all in that moment.

Oh gawd they were keeping it secret? Of course, shit. What were you thinking? Saying something about it without him telling you first, you dumb bitch.

"I-I am sorry I .. I didn't know you weren't telling people yet" You immediately try to correct your overstep.

"What goes on in that fucking head of yours?" He was curt still unwilling to face you.

Water started to prickle in your eyes. Every interaction you've had with this man has gone belly up. What made you think today would be any different.

"I didn't mean to pry I was looking up Jenn's..." You stopped. As soon as Jennifer's name slipped out of your mouth he boxed you in the corner of the elevator. Your spine pushed against the hand rail of the box car.

It was hard to look at his eyes they burned with a fury that you had never seen. His eyes bore through to your soul.There was a darkness there you never saw before and never wanted to see again.

You yearned for the indifferent glances now or to be ignored by him. You had his full attention and you quivered in it.

"You think its funny" he said. He lifted his arms and slammed his palms against the wall. His arms were level beside your head. You wanted to crumble. As the elevator climbed up you hoped someone would get on to grant you reprieve.

"I'm so sorry I hadn't told anyone" you started to sob, but he was unmoved.

He tsk’d at that. His lips parted to speak again, but you pushed through first.

You shakily try to continue. "It was an accident your wife's name came up under my 'Suggested Names' in the search bar when I was looking for Jen's baby registry. I'm so sorry I shouldn't have looked" inhaling loudly and powering forward again "I was just curious to see what she had on her registry." Your vision was so blurred from your tears that you hadn't notice his arms drop as he stepped back.

His eyes widened. Wheels were turning in his head.

"What did you say?" You couldn't hear the venom in his voice anymore. Though it was hard to focus as you tried to fight back the tears that begun to trickle down your cheek.

"Shit, shit" stroking his beard he cursed himself.

"I'm sorry" you stuttered and bawled.

"Hey hey" he spoke softly holding up his hands in retreat. Looking at you trembling and crying in the corner. He tried stepping forward again reaching his arms out in an attempt to embrace you. The sudden movement made you wince.

When the doors opened behind him you swerved him, high tailing it to the restroom. You weren't even sure it was your floor. You just needed to get out of there.

Once inside you tried to stop crying, but you couldn't. The rain had ruined your makeup already and the tears only served to make it worse. You lost count of how long you were there. You scalded yourself for speaking to him. You wished that you would've kept your mouth shut and let him keep his indifference towards you.

Staring in the mirror you start to try and save your makeup and fix your hair. Your clothes had begun to dry a bit within a hour or two you were sure you be dried completely.

Giving yourself one last look over you hear the door open.

He wouldn't come into the Ladies room right?

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" It was Sarah, you must've gotten off on her floor in your haste. "Well you look like shit." She said matter of factly.

"Ugh I know.. I got caught in the rain. I didn't want Mr.Pitt seeing me like this" you lied as you fiddled with your appearance. You thought about telling her about your ordeal in the lift, but you didn't need office gossip floating around.

"Well that explains why you weren't answering your phone or emails. I thought you might be out of the office today or something." She walked over to examined the state of you.

"Sorry I was just about to head there now" you apologize as you walk out to the door and Sarah followed.

"Well are you excited" Sarah asked

"About what?"

"Admin day duh. The one day a year we get recognition for all are hard work" Sarah reminded you as she walked you to the elevator.

"Oh yeah can't wait" you lied again feigning excitement.

"Me too! Kea is taking me out to lunch. I don't mind telling you that there will be enough left overs to feed me for a week on his dime" she said excitedly.

You both chuckled at her blatantness.

"Look I gotta get back to my desk. I will hit you up for lunch or something later ok" you tell her as you depart through the lift doors.

When the doors open you scan the hall. His door was closed and the coast was clear. You walked carefully as to not have your heels slap against the floor.

Making it to your desk unscathed you gingerly sit and open up your computer to check his schedule. He was going to be in a meeting soon and you didn't want to see him leave his office so you ducked back into the supply closet to wait him out. It continued like that for the rest of the day. When you knew he was getting out of a meeting you hid in the supply closet. When you estimated that he would be leaving for another you hid in the restroom. Thankfully he hadn't bother to email you or call. You just wanted the day to be over. To go home, forget, relax with wine and Netflix.

Brad fucked up and jumped to conclusions with you in the elevator. He had assumed that you too were accusing him of cheating with Jen. So he exploded on you. Of course you had no clue as to what was going on in his personal life he realized too late.

You hadn't even known how much of a revelation you bestowed on him.

Throughout the day he looked for you but seemed to just miss you somehow. Brad needed to find you to apologize for earlier and for how he had been treating you through his drama. He let his personal life affect his work.

Thoughts of your eyes looking up at him pleading flashed through his head. His dick twitched. Another reason he had been so distant was due to something much more primal.

He had hoped to salvage the relationship with his wife, but she had been making it frustratingly difficult and now with this news Brad knew that it was futile. Whenever he was on the edge of anger you seemed to inject yourself into the narrative. Calling him, emailing him, walking past his office.

It took no time at all for his mind associate you with his frustration. Eventually he couldn't even glance in your direction without his dick taking control. To calm down he would clinch his jaw and push thoughts of you back.

Thoughts of you bent over his desk in place of his wife. Spanking your ass raw as you beg for forgiveness. Thoughts of you riding his cock, impaling your tight hole. Thoughts of you on all fours looking up at him with those pleading eyes wiping his cum from your lips.

He desperately needed a release, he needed you. But he knew he couldn't cross that line. Especially now with the accusations of infidelity.

Pushing you to the back of his mind again. He resigned himself in his office. Brad needed to call Jonah and let him know that his soon to be ex-wife was pregnant. That he had not touched her in months. You had given him the key to fix the catastrophe that was his life.

Digging his cell out of his pocket he made the call to Jonah.

Today's administrative assistant appreciation day. One of your most favorite days of the year. Every year you would get flowers, lunch with Mr. Pitt and generous gift card. These days it would've come in handy.

You normally would be looking forward to it, but not today. Staying home was more appealing than going back to work and seeing him. Reluctantly you got up and got ready for work.

In the building you thought it best not to take the elevator. A nice jaunt up the stairs to clear your head was more appealing. By the time you made it to your floor your legs burned and your feet were screaming at you. Going up the stairs with heels will be a mistake you never make again. Sweating and panting from the stairwell you scanned the hall.

His door was closed. You thought about taking your laptop and hiding in a small meeting room all day.

*Ring You looked at the I.D. it was Sarah. You sighed in relief.

"Soooo what did you get this year?" Sarah excitedly asked over the phone.

He hadn't gotten you anything. Why would he? He hated you. It was only a matter of time before he finally pulled the trigger and fired you.

You sighed "Nothing.... I walked in expecting to see a bright colorful bouquet like every year, but nothing." You lied faking disappointment.

You failed to tell Sarah about the issues you were having with your boss. She was Mr. Reeves assistant and they were close really close. You didn't want her to try to get him to resolve the problem for you. Or possibly make things worse.

"Aw that sucks Y/N." She consoled you.

"Its ok... I think he seems like he has a-lot going on so it might have slipped his mind." you tried making up an excuse. It felt kind of true, you had assumed something was going on with so you tried treading lightly. But after yesterday you didn't care to know what he was going through. You didn't deserve to be treated the way he had treated you.

"You might be right... Um hold on a sec." Sarah placed you on a brief hold while you got to your daily task.

"Y/N?"

"I'm still here" you answered back.

"OK so I just spoke with Kea" Sarah always called Mr.Reeves that you used to be so envious of their closeness.

"We normally do lunch together on admin day, but since Mr.Pitt has neglected his duties he is treating you, me and Zoe to a long ladies only lunch anywhere we want."

"What? Really?" you perked up.

"Yea. Oooh lets get mimosas. I'm sending a group text now so we can coordinate."

"Your the best!" You say before telling her goodbye. At least you have a free lunch to still look forward to. *Click

All three of you indulged in bottomless mimosa throughout lunch. By the time you got back to the office all of you were a giggling mess. Tumbling into the elevator laughing and gossiping all while trying to compose yourselves and sober up. Riding up the elevator Zoe got off first and then Sarah. You gave them both departing hugs and rode the rest of the way alone.

When you finally made it to your floor you hopped off the elevator and was greeted with the sight of a huge rainbow bouquet. The monstrous bushel sat atop your desk and you squealed. Your heels click clacked against the marble tiles as you dashed to your desk with excitement. You had such a good time you totally forgot about the tumultuous relationship with your boss.

You rounded the desk, leaning down smelling the beautiful aroma. Grabbing the card you read it and your heart hurt slightly. It was from Mr. Reeves. No doubt pity flowers. 'Thanks Sarah' you thought sarcastically. It was a nice gesture but you were hoping maybe Mr.Pitt sent them to apologize. You flopped in your chair and pouted. Trying to sober up and get back to work.

Before you started you thought it best to Thank Mr. Reeves for his wonderful gift.

✉️ To: Mr. Reeves Subject: Thank you! Mr. Reeves thank you so much! The flowers are so beautiful and made my day. Also thanks for lunch it was amazing. I don't think I've ever had anything as delicious in all my life.☺️

Thanks again, Y/F/N

✉️ He replied quickly ✉️ To: Y/N Subject:Re: Thank you!

No problem at all Y/N. Just wanted to make sure you knew how much we appreciate you here.

I'm glad you ladies had great lunch. The food at La Tour d’Argent is OK, but I know a few other spots around town that are way better. I might have to take you there sometime. 😉 ✉️

As you read your thoughts drifted back to the foot massage he gave you a few days ago. If you didn't know any better you would think he was flirting. Compose yourself this man is not interested in you. He is just super nice.

You didn't reply back. Pushing thoughts of him out of your head as you try to focus on work.

"What's the occasion? Its not your birthday I know." His voice came from behind. You went rigid

He knew when your birthday was? Maybe he just had a calendar reminder. You shook it off.

"No its for administrative day" you responded timidly. It was getting harder to speak to him without thinking he would chew you out.

"I'm sorry I forgot"

The apology stunned you. That was the last thing you thought he would say to you. You figured he hadn't forgotten about Admin Day. Just that you didn't deserve it, but he had actually forgotten.

"It's ok Mr. Reeves bought the admins lunch and flowers" turning to him you say forcing a smile. Taking a whiff of the bouquet. He frowned at that and your nerves shot through the roof. He was going to yell at you again. You could feel it.

"Can I see you in my office?" He held the door open.

You were nervous. Were you about to get chewed out for taking a late lunch? Gawd could he tell you were drunk? Fuck!

Rising from your chair he ushers you in.

As you walked passed he caught your wrist and spun you shutting the door behind you. Moving in close, lifting your chin with one hand to look at him. There was a softness there that you hadn't seen in a while. A softness that you missed.

"I'm sorry" there was sincerity in his eyes and a hurt there you couldn't understand. This man was going through something in his mind that his mouth refused to give up. But his eyes were pleading.

You parted your lips to speak, but he leaned and captured your lips with his own. He started off soft but swiftly grew hungrier. Your eyes went wild as his tongue invaded your mouth. You shut your eyes tightly.

You had to be dreaming. Who was this man before you? Kissing you? Surely not the man that had been so mean and distant.

His arm snuck behind your back and his hand lowered itself on to your ass. Palming it he squeezed it lightly causing you to moan into his mouth. You could feel the warmth building in-between your legs. You kissed him back taking his blazer in your hand you pulled him into your chest.

He bit your bottom lip, pulling it lightly with his teeth before releasing it. Brad started peppering kisses along your jaw finding his way to your neck. There was a wetness pooling between your legs. You closed them tightly as if to prevent your juices from soaking through your panties and down your leg.

"I'm sorry" kissing your neck. His beard tickled your skin sending goosebumps down your spine "I'm sorry" he kissed again traveling further down your neck to your color bone. Sucking and kissing on your exposed flesh. Brad's fingers grazed the hem of your skirt before he began pushing it up your thighs.

Brad's hand danced along the edge of your panties before moving past your waistband. Methodically pushing a thick digit inside you making you pant. Pushing into his hand you urged him to do more. Taking his thumb he grazed your clit rubbing circles around it. His name quietly slipped from your lips.

Your juices coat his finger as he pulls out. Pushing in again he adds in another. Curling them inside you as he put his lips to yours again. Swallowing your moans as an orgasm peaked your core.

His other hand crept up your stomach until he found your breast. Cupping one through the fabric of your blouse.

Your back arched and you fell backwards, losing your balance he lost hold of you. The back of your head hit the door with a thud. You hissed on impact. Reaching one hand behind your head to coddle the pain.

Brad stepped closer.

"Wait wait wait!... I'm really confused sir." you screeched. You were stone cold sober now.

The bump had brought you back to reality. The reality were your boss had been so mean to you. Your MARRIED boss. Your thoughts went to Angelina and Jennifer. The weight of them had you panicking. It all felt so wrong.

When he and Jennifer ended you knew she thought you were sleeping with her husband. You didn't want to make her past speculation turn to a premonition. Or for his current wife to accuse you of being some Jezebel.

Shifting your skirt down you moved backwards to grab the handle to his door behind you and turned it. He looked as if he was at a loss for words of what to say. You were too.

When the door opened you backed out without looking. Hands grabbed your shoulders halting your movement. Turning swiftly your eyes fell on Mr.Reeves. You knew that this room was sound proof but the unease you felt of him almost walking in on you made you queasy.

"Whoa" Mr.Reeves exclaimed as he tried to stop you from bumping into him.

"Sorry Mr.Reeves"

"Please call me Keanu or Kea" he corrected you.

"Um yes sure. Um sorry I have to go" you pivoted and walked off down the hall. To a destination you hadn't quite figured out.

Chapter 5 >>>

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years

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The Reveal

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Written in the The One That Stays universe, because I love it, and those characters so much. This is about 3 years post the last chapter, and I was really iffy about posting it, but here we are anyway.)

Warnings- Nothing really, just pregnancy and fluff.

“And I thought I loved you then.” -Then, Brad Paisley

Warm yellow rays from the barely cloudy sky cast a picturesque gleam on the surface of cool, blue water. That day, thankfully, hadn't been as sweltering as the ones in the weeks gone by, and the forecast predicted for that weekend had been one conducive to recreational boating, which was why they'd decided to rent a yacht for the weekend. Joining them had been Keanu's side of the family, his sister, her husband and his mother, along with Julie, her husband Eric and their two year old Lucas.

It was their second day out on the water, anchored off the coast of Los Angeles and by late afternoon, everyone had gathered on deck, around the small pool to hang out. Eric had taken to the pool to humor Lucas, as had Keanu's brother in law, while everyone else had kicked back on lounge chairs. Y/n was laid back on Keanu's chest, his worn shirt soft and comforting against her exposure arms as his legs spread slightly to accommodate her bare one. One of his large hands were splayed on her stomach, while the other absently twirled the ends of her hair, something he'd taken to doing after she'd let her tresses grow out a bit longer, all while Y/n toyed with her wedding band. The diamonds shone proudly in the sunlight, and though the ring hand made its home on her finger almost two years ago, Y/n couldn't help but smile faintly. She was Mrs. Y/n Reeves.

"You okay?" Keanu broke her thoughts, gently rubbing her rounded stomach. They were just under four months shy of welcoming their first child. They’d been discussing having a baby even before they married, in a small ceremony at Keanu’s favorite hotel, but hadn’t gotten down to actually trying until about a year earlier, when he had decided to cut back on the amount of roles he took and Y/n’s work schedule cleared up. Thankfully, though their road to pregnancy hadn’t been a trying one, they were both fairly healthy and it greatly helped that they were usually all over each other, and within about three months of being off her birth control, they had taken a home test, which had confirmed that Y/n was indeed pregnant. Since then, Keanu’s protectiveness had nearly quadrupled; the woman he loved was carrying their child, and he’d be damned if anything remotely bad happened to either of his favorite people.

Shifting a bit in his embrace, she laid one of her smaller hands next to his, feeling the light kicks of their baby, like butterflies fluttering in her stomach. According to Julie, those were only going to get stronger, and apparently a little painful, but Y/n didn’t care, she’d endure it any day if the reward was having their child in her arms afterwards. “Yeah,” Y/n smiled softly, nuzzling his chest with her cheek, “I’m good, we both are.”

“Good,” Keanu bent to kiss the top of her head, reassured for the time being. He’d been a little skeptical when Y/n and his sister had conjured up the idea of taking a boat out for the weekend; out on the water, if anything happened to her, getting to her doctor or the hospital would take longer than he preferred, and there had already some difficulties that had him almost constantly on edge. But, alas, Y/n was extremely persuasive and eventually convinced him that she was fine to get away for the long weekend, “And-”

A gasp from his mother, Patrica from her own chair as she set her cocktail down cut off Keanu’s words, and everyone turned to her, “I just remembered,” she sat up, eyes fixed on them both, “You two had an appointment this week, did Dr. Shaw tell you the sex?”

Boy or girl, it had recently become a hot topic in the Reeves family. Every time they all met, it somehow came up; what family names would work if it were a boy, how cute they’d dress up a little girl and Y/n was even sure that their was a bet going on between her sister-in-law and Julie, “We didn’t,” Keanu chuckled, “This little one was turned away from us; shy like their mommy.”

“And their daddy!” Y/n playfully slapped his thigh, giggling when he tucked her closer. When their laughter died down, Y/n elaborated, “I promise, you’ll be the first call when we find out.”

“Call?” Patrica repeated incredulously, as if the word were a capital crime in itself. How dare they simply call?

“We’ll take you to dinner?” Keanu scrunched his nose, trying to appease her. He knew it was a big deal, almost every family member had made sure to remind them of it, but surely, it couldn’t be that big.

“Dinner- ugh,” she put a long, manicured finger to her temple, her entire, though possibly exasperated expression, was hidden by her dark sunglasses, though, her words were enough to tell them just how much a their options had not sufficed, “I’ve waited twenty years for my only son to get married to a nice girl. And now, they’re having a baby, and all I get, after all this waiting, is a phone call? My grand-baby is worth more than a phone call, you need to have a reveal.”

Julie squealed in agreement, “Oh! That would be perfect! You could do it where we had ours, at that cute little pastry shop in the city.” Y/n remembered that party well, especially since she’d nearly planned the entire thing. Julie had gone the perhaps, more old fashioned route, with a cake reveal. They’d rented out her favorite shop for an afternoon and gathered their closest friends and family for the vintage style soiree, where everyone was encouraged to wear a color that matched their suspicions; pastel blues and greens for a boy and light pinks and purples for a girl. Y/n, who’d been sure that she was going to have a godson from the very beginning, had opted for a cute blue dress with white lace trimming, claiming victory over Keanu who’d opted for a pink, which he dubbed salmon, shirt.

“A gender reveal?” Y/n shifted again, scooting upwards, aided by Keanu and subsequently tucking her head in his neck after turning on her side. Quite recently, finding comfortable positions had started becoming quite a daunting task, but somehow, being cuddled to, or rather on top of, Keanu had remained Y/n’s favorite. “We didn’t really think of doing one of those, my mom already wants to do a baby shower, we just feel like it's too much.”

“Yeah,” Keanu chimed in, trying to be another voice of reason, “Besides, that’s a lot of work, and we’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her blood pressure-”

“Well then let me plan it,” his mother protested, determined to have a reveal, “I’m sure Julie and Karina will help, and we can have it at her place too.”

Perking up, Karina joined their conversation, “Oh! That would be perfect,” she clapped her hands excitedly, no doubt on board with the idea. She’d been bursting with excitement since they’d announced that they were expecting, teasing that having a baby in the family this time around would be more fun considering she wasn’t the one who’d have to wake up at four am feedings. She was however, down to babysit whenever her niece or nephew started sleeping through the night. Yeah, their family thought of it all. “I’d love to help!”

“Count me in too,” Julie beamed, taking her son in her arms just as Eric came out from the pool, handing him over so he could go get Lucas a towel.

And then, before Y/n and Keanu knew it, the three women were all involved in planning a party that they hadn’t even signed off on, though, at that point, it was clear that they didn’t have a choice anyway. “Perfect, all you two will have to do is show up,” she smiled triumphantly.

Three weeks later Y/n was a the snack table, surveying its contents and deciding if she wanted something, when Keanu came up behind her, causing her to jump with he placed gentle hands on her shoulders, pecking the crown of Y/n’s hair, “It’s just me sweetheart,” he chuckled, his baritone warm and familiar.

“You startled me,” Y/n pressed one hand to her chest over the neckline of her white flowing dress, while the other cradled her bump. The little, unofficial planning committee had instructed guests to wear white, though, the decor had entailed a charming mix of baby blue and a light pink, beautifully mixed to compliment each other. The deserts; everything from inviting cupcakes to cute cake pops and elegant looking macaroons, and party favors, mostly made of little pouches filled with jelly beans along with fuzzy topped pens along with several other little trinkets, were also color coordinated. The ladies had really gone out, though arguably, simple wasn’t exactly their MO. “This is supposed to be a gender reveal, not a baby reveal,” she joked, turning to face Keanu.

“You’re right,” his lips brushed her forehead, one of his hands on her waist sliding to her stomach, “Wouldn’t want our bun popping out too soon,” he crouched down, so he could ‘talk to the baby,’ something he’d been doing for months now, “As excited as we are to meet you, you still gotta keep mommy company in there for a few more months.”

Threading her delicate hand through his dark mane a fond sorire upturned Y/n’s pink stained lips. She absolutely adored those little moments that Keanu would spend chatting with their baby, at first, he’d started with brief sentences, ‘I love you’s and ‘can’t wait to meet you’s, but as months drew on, and it the reality set in, Keanu had started reading to her belly, and sometimes at night, when he’d join her in bed, he could spend well over an hour talking about all the things he’d teach them as they grew up. Already, he was proving to be an exceptional father; extremely loving and always ready to put his wife and child first, and Y/n knew that things would only get better when they met their baby.

She was so lost in her own thoughts, that Y/n had barely heard a thing of what Keanu had said, only returning to the moment when he pressed a chaste kiss to her tummy, offering one final declaration of love before standing again and heading to another end of the table after kissing Y/n one last time. "What are you doing?" She giggled as he picked up a pen and a little blank card out of a stack next to two decorative wooden boxes. The entire set up was for one of the many games being run that day, where their guests could vote on their options. Before the reveal later that evening, someone was supposed to count them and the reward would be satisfaction at the end.

"I'm placing my bet," Keanu defended, scribbling on the white surface as he spoke.

"It's not a bet," Y/n placed a hand at the top of her growing bump as she made her way over to him, standing on her toes to peer over the loose shield he'd made with his hand, "You're going with girl again, huh?"

"Hey, Julie and Eric's baby was one thing, but I think I know our kid," folding the card in half, creasing it for emphasis, Keanu slipped it into the box with the word "girl” carved in cursive at the front, "This baby," he palmed her stomach with both hands, "Is definitely a girl."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n decided that she'd get in on it too, plucking on of the cards from its spot, swiping the pen from off the table and using Keanu's chest to press on, "Well, you must like being wrong," she chewed on her lower lip as she wrote, dramatically showing Keanu what she'd written before slipping it into the matching box labeled boy, "I was right then, and I'm right now."

"And how are you so sure of that?" The giddy smile of both their faces didn't show any signs of fading as Keanu reeled Y/n back in, "Why don't we bet on it?"

“Because I’m carrying the baby, duh,” she rolled her eyes playfully. Throwing her arms around his neck, Y/n twirled the ends of Keanu's hair in her fingers, leaning into his chest as far as she could, "And yeah,” his arms circled Y/n's waist, toying with the lace on her flowing maxi dress, "Let's do it. What does the winner get?"

Keanu scrunched up his face, looking up thoughtfully, "The winner gets….." he thought on it some more, "Whatever they want."

Y/n eyed her husband suspiciously for a minute, a little curious about what he could possibly want, if by some miracle, he won. "Okay," she finally said, “Winner gets whatever they want,” Y/n smiled mischievously, almost certain that she would be triumphant.

Hours later, just before noon had turned to evening and when the brightness had gone hazy as the sun journeyed to the horizon, everyone had gathered in the backyard, on the lawn for the long awaited moment. It was time for the reveal. They’d gone with a balloon reveal, and when it was time, Y/n and Keanu were positioned near the fence, just a few feet in front of their family and friends, all ready with phone and cameras. Keanu held on to the string of the large, shiny black balloon, one with a silver question mark painted on at the front, while Y/n had been armed with a metal skewer from Karina’s kitchen.

Just about an hour earlier, the contents of both boxes had been counted, and the team banking on Baby Reeves being a boy had come in strong, outnumbering the other side by a landslide. The small victory, though it couldn’t be considered a real prediction, had only built Y/n’s faith in her own suspicions, almost everyone, even down to her own parents, were convinced that she and Keanu would be greeting a son in the coming months.

“Ready?” Keanu’s eyes met hers, the nerves shared between them, along with bright, excited grins plastered on both their faces. They both knew that in the end; boy or girl, daughter or son, it wouldn’t matter. None of it would matter as long as their baby was healthy and safe.

Y/n nodded vigorously, using her free hand to tuck some hair behind her ear, positioning the skewer near the opaque balloon, “Yeah.” Somewhere in the crowd, she heard her mother anxiously prompt her to “just do it already,” while someone else interjected that their camera was ready, “Okay, okay,” Y/n laughed, ready to get on with the moment of truth.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n didn’t even try to steady her shaking hand as she finally pressed the tip of the stick to the balloon, wincing and shutting her eyes tightly at the loud popping sound. The crowd cheered loudly, jubilance igniting a celebration and when Y/n opened her eyes, her jaw hung slack with shock. Rendered speechless, she just stood there, rooted to the floor, dropping the skewer and placing her hands on her stomach, barely smiling breathlessly at the patter of kicks beneath her palms. “Oh my god…..” Tears of joy welled up in her eyes as she raised her head to meet Keanu’s equally glistening gaze, “I…..”

For a second, he too seemed shocked, and the jeers of congratulations faded in the background as everything moved in slow motion. She could have sworn that there had never been so much love in his eyes, and Keanu thought that he’d never been that happy, though, their wedding day came in at a very close second. Suddenly, the prospect of parenthood seemed a thousand times realer. After that evening, so much would change, they would finally choose a name.

Without another moment of hesitation, Keanu took her into his strong arms, lifting Y/n off the ground and spinning her in a circle and planting a passionate on her ready lips. In turn, she hugged him tightly, forgetting everything and everyone else as they basked in their joy. “So,” he began when he set her down, brushing some pink confetti off her shoulders and picking a couple similar pieces out of her hair, “I guess you were wrong,” he chortled, still holding her close.

Nodding, Y/n looked at the ground around them; the healthy green grass was now freckled with bits of fuchsia pink, “I guess I was, we’re having a little girl,” she kissed him again, that time quicker, not even caring that everyone was still taking pictures of them, “You win.”

“I do,” Keanu pressed their forehead together, the tip of his nose brushing hers. By then, they both looked equally rosy, the sheer joy of the matter seeping through their skin, “And I know just what I want to cash in my win for.”

“What’s that?” Y/n giggled.

“This,” and before she knew it, Keanu was dipping her, one hand holding Y/n steady at the center of her back, while the other cradled her head. Her loose tresses hung in a waterfall, disturbed only by Keanu’s stocky fingers, just as he captured her lips again, in a breath stealing bout of sweet endearment.

******

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Oh my God Elon said something we don't agree with. God I hope Apple and Starbucks disagrees with you too.

Owning a Tesla, the luxurious electric car, is a major liberal status symbol. It signals nothing more than good taste — the perfect balance of wealth with care for fossil fuels. But the man behind the brand is crafting a very different persona online that may now prove to be a challenge for his fans.

Elon Musk, the bombastic head of Tesla and SpaceX, exhorted his 34 million Twitter followers on Sunday to “take the red pill.” The comment was quickly embraced by his followers, including Ivanka Trump, President Trump’s elder daughter, who announced that she had taken the pill already.

The exchange referred to a scene from “The Matrix,” the 1999 science fiction action film. But the meaning of “red pill,” and the idea of taking it, have since percolated in online forums and become a deeply political metaphor. And with Mr. Musk and Ms. Trump, the phrase is now lodged more fully into the mainstream.

So Tesla owners are having to grapple with a car that carries a few new connotations.

“Honestly, Musk is becoming a liability and the Tesla board needs to seriously consider ousting him,” wrote Markos Moulitsas, author of “The Resistance Handbook: 45 Ways to Fight Trump.” “And I say that as a proud owner of a Tesla and a SpaceX fanatic who truly appreciates what he’s built.”

So what is the red pill?

[ I hope your fuckings Tesla explodes. You don't have to be in its but you should be forced to walk everywhere.]

In “The Matrix,” the movie’s hero, Neo, played by Keanu Reeves, is given the option to take a pill that lets him see the truth.

The world he thinks is real turns out to be an entertaining lie; his body is actually trapped in a farm where people are being used as human batteries. Taking the blue pill would let him return to living in the ignorant but blissful lie, while taking the red pill would launch him into an arduous journey through a brutal but fulfilling reality.

The idea of taking the red pill later grew to mean waking up to society’s grand lies. It was embraced by the right, especially by members of its youngest cohort who organized and spent their time in online forums like Reddit and 4chan.

The truth to be woken up to varied, but it ended up usually being about gender. To be red-pilled meant you discovered that feminism was a scam that ruined the lives of boys and girls. In this view, for a male to refuse the red pill was to be weak.

Red Pill forums were often filled with deeply misogynistic and often racist diatribes. The more extreme elements splintered into groups like involuntary celibates (“incels”) or male separatists (Men Going Their Own Way, or MGTOWs). Conferences like the 21 Convention and its sister convention, Make Women Great Again, sprang up to gather red-pilled men. Being red-pilled became a sort of umbrella term for all of it.

As these conversations seeped into the mainstream, pulled along by a host of other internet language from message boards to establishment Republican conversations on sites like Breitbart, the meaning broadened and got watered down. To be red-pilled can now mean being broadly skeptical of experts, to be distrustful of the mainstream press or to see hypocrisy in social liberalism.

What’s going on with Elon Musk?

Mr. Musk has been pretty wild online for years now, which has made him a major internet celebrity with devoted fans who call themselves Musketeers. There are fan pages like Musk Memes with nearly 100,000 followers, and a Reddit page with 200,000 members in constant, extremely active conversation.

Most recently, Mr. Musk has been a prominent skeptic online of the coronavirus, calling the response to it a “panic” and “dumb” and wrongly predicting close to zero new cases by the end of April. As of Tuesday, there were more than 90,000 deaths from the virus and more than 1.5 million cases in the United States alone.

The night before Tesla’s earnings were released last month, Mr. Musk tweeted an anti-lockdown rallying cry: “FREE AMERICA NOW.” He had a showdown with local lawmakers, threatening to move Tesla headquarters out of California and deciding to reopen a Tesla factory in Fremont, Calif., despite the local county’s restrictions to prevent the virus from spreading.

When State Assemblywoman Lorena Gonzalez objected on May 9 with an obscene tweet, Mr. Musk responded, “Message received.”

Defending his reopening of the Tesla factory, Mr. Musk wrote on Twitter that he would be on the factory floor and offered himself up to authorities. “I will be on the line with everyone else,” he posted on May 11. “If anyone is arrested, I ask that it only be me.”

This month, he and his girlfriend, Claire Boucher, the musician known as Grimes, had a child and named him X Æ A-12. And Mr. Musk announced that Tesla shares were too high and that he was selling almost all his possessions to the point of owning no house.

“We have a phrase, it’s E.M.M. — Elon Moves Markets,” said Bill Selesky, an analyst at Argus Research who tracks how Mr. Musk’s messages impact Tesla’s stock price. “People want to listen to him no matter what he says. He tends to be thought of as a great visionary.”

Mr. Selesky said even Mr. Musk’s detractors parsed every tweet and utterance. “Plus, if you have a Tesla, nobody can ever complain about you because you’re good for society,” he added.

This leads back to Mr. Musk’s message on Sunday, telling his followers to take the red pill.

Do ‘The Matrix’ creators like this?

No. Lilly Wachowski, a “Matrix” co-creator, told Mr. Musk and Ms. Trump in colorful language on Twitter that they could take a hike.

Is ‘red pill’ a Silicon Valley thing?

To some extent.

There has long been a strain of men’s rights activism in Silicon Valley, exemplified by James Damore, a former Google engineer who was fired after writing a memo arguing that the reason there are fewer female engineers is biological differences rather than discrimination.

Mr. Damore became a folk hero for a simmering movement in the technology industry of people who thought the efforts toward 50/50 representation at tech companies were absurd. Cassie Jaye, who calls herself a former feminist, made a 2016 documentary about the Red Pill community and said it had flourished in the tech world.

But the more common phrase in Silicon Valley to signal contrarian thinking is “narrative violation,” which is often used to describe an event that cuts against the mainstream media’s consensus on a topic. The idea is that there is a story being told about the world and how it works, but that the story is too simplistic to be entirely true and an event occasionally pops up to remind people of that.

Why does any of this matter?

Few products today are as deeply entwined with a person’s brand as Tesla is with Mr. Musk, and so his comments can feel personal for Tesla drivers.

“As a Tesla owner, a 47-year-old male recovering from Covid-19, and someone very concerned simultaneously about the environment, the economy, my kids’ and my parents’ future, this ain’t great,” said Jeff Guilfoyle, a product manager at FireEye in San Diego. “This disease is no joke, and the long-term health impacts are unknown for survivors.”

Many have implored Mr. Musk online to stop.

Raja Sohail Abbas, the chief executive of an outpatient psychiatric clinic in Allentown, Pa., wrote: “I am a Tesla owner and love the company. You have to stop being an idiot about this.”

“Tesla owner and Fan here, but this was a disappointing tweet despite the frustrations of and holdups,” added Alex Goodchild, a D.J. in Brooklyn. “Words are weapons especially when used during situations like the one we’re currently experiencing. You sound just like Trump in this tweet.”

The debate has riven the Tesla community.

“The last two months, there’s been this polarization in the Elon Musk fan club,” said Paula Timothy-Mellon, a technology consultant who moderates that LinkedIn-based fan club, which has 22,000 members. “There are those who are believers in these California guidelines and there are those in favor of his push to re-open Tesla.”

Many have implored Mr. Musk online to stop.

Raja Sohail Abbas, the chief executive of an outpatient psychiatric clinic in Allentown, Pa., wrote: “I am a Tesla owner and love the company. You have to stop being an idiot about this.”

The debate has riven the Tesla community.

Driving a Tesla often carries great symbolism for the owner (and observers).

“If you own a Tesla, you feel you are directly connected to Elon Musk and people think that Tesla owners are directly connected to the politics of the C.E.O.,” said Sam Kelly, a Tesla owner and investor based in Spain who posts under the name SamTalksTesla.

He added that he did not think the red pill comment meant any big new political awakening from Mr. Musk.

Asked to explain his thinking, Mr. Musk pasted an image of the Urban Dictionary definition of red pill in an email. It read:

“‘Red pill’ has become a popular phrase among cyberculture and signifies a free-thinking attitude, and a waking up from a ‘normal’ life of sloth and ignorance. Red pills prefer the truth, no matter how gritty and painful it may be.”

Seriously get a refund, buy a prius and

GET THE FUCKS OVER IT!

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31 Celebrity Ghost Stories You NEED To Read On Halloween Night (Or Any Time Of The Year, Screw The System)

*Puts on old professor glasses*

For generations we have been in awe of the celebrity.

*strokes beard*

For generations we have trodden their paths, followed their scents, and watched with wandering eyes exactly what they do - and all in the name of escapism.

Since the conception of humankind we have sought to understand what makes the rich and famous both rich and famous. Our philosophers decode mannerisms, our magazine editors calculate their every mistake, and the rest of us simply gaze up at the stars wondering how, why, and what we share in common with the glorified among us.

But you see-

*walks across the Ted Talk stage*

-they are just like us.

They make mistakes, they compare themselves to others, and yes, they even suck in their stomachs when trying on their new TopShop crop top and then shove it in the back of their sock drawer convinced their lower belly will always have too fat.

But even more than that, they have experiences with the paranormal.

*pulls up a chair and sits on it backwards cause for some reason people think it looks actually idk how people think it looks but whatever back to the imagery*

And so, on this Halloween night, we celebrate what brings us all together - no matter how much cash nor clout one has.

Shall we?

Miley Cyrus

During her 2009 Europe tour, Cyrus stayed in a flat in London - a flat that she claims was haunted.

"It was seriously so terrifying. It used to be an old bakery and they turned it into an apartment building, and I was having really crazy dreams and really scary things, and one night my little sister–it sounds crazy to tell you–but she was standing in the shower and all of a sudden I hear her scream.

I run in there and the water had somehow flipped to hot but it was still...It wasn’t like the water had just changed, the knob had turned but she hadn’t turned it and it was burning her.”

In the same bathroom Cyrus was convinced she saw a little boy sitting on the sink whilst she was showering. A series of other unexplained events took place until they delved into the family history of the bakery: it was passed down for generations from father to son. Cyrus believed she saw the last son to be left the bakery.

Cher

Turns out Cher doesn’t just believe in life after love but life after death, too.

The music legend herself is convinced that her late husband, Sonny, who died in 1998 is still making his presence known to her.

She claims his spirit has a habit of turning lights on to remind her he is there and often does this to her chandelier - even when there is no power.

“I love ghosts, I prefer ghosts to some people.”

Anna Nicole Smith

This late Playboy bunny was known for her bombshell sex appeal and scandalous career - but what about her forays into the supernatural?

"A ghost would crawl up my leg and have sex with me at an apartment a long time ago in Texas. I used to think it was my boyfriend, and one day I woke up and it wasn’t. It was, like, a spirit and it—woo! [miming a ghost flying from her bedsheets]—went up!

I was freaked out about it, but then I was, like, 'Well, you know what? He’s never hurt me and he just gave me some amazing sex so I have no problem.'"

When the interviewer asked her whether it was merely a dream Smith replied that it was happening every single night.

Kesha

Just like Smith, Kesha’s own experience with the paranormal is rather more sexual.

In her own words she went to the “bone zone” with a ghost.

"I don't know his name. He just started caressing me. It was a sexy time, it wasn't, like, sex."

Emma Stone

Back in 2014 Stone revealed on a late night talk show that the spirit of her grandfather often leaves quarters for her to find.

In fact, she claimed her family has a history of the small change - and its legacy clearly goes beyond the grave.

La Toya Jackson

Michael Jackson’s death is one of the most striking moments in modern history - but it turns out the King of Pop might also be the King of the Paranormal.

La Toya often claims she feels strong presences in the Jacksons’ childhood home and frequently shares about the supernatural activity coming from MJ’s old room. Many visitors, staff members, and family members have heard tap dancing coming from the room, even when they didn’t know who it used to belong to.

It was in this room that Michael would tap dance for two hours every sunday.

Susan Boyle

Boyle often recounts that she lost several members of her closest family within the span of a few short years and felt abandoned by her family. But in a 2011 interview she claimed she sees her mother’s spirit around her house, believing it to be a reminder from beyond the grave that she is not alone.

Megan Fox

"I was just in Mexico at my hotel and it was a bedroom, living room, bedroom...I had pre-ordered breakfast for 7:30, and at 7 a.m. I hear them come in with the table, I hear them pouring the coffee…

30 minutes later, at 7:30 I went in there, no table, no coffee, no food, no nothing, no one there. Door bell rings, I open the door, it's room service with my food...Brandy the nanny comes out later and says, 'Why did room service come at 7 when we told them to come at 7:30?' So you can't tell me I'm crazy, because two people heard it."

Ariana Grande

This paranormal enthusiast was visiting one of the gates of hell - Stull Cemetery - when she felt a sudden surge of negative energy around her. Flies suddenly appeared in the car and she smelt a strong odour of sulphur.

Both are symptoms of dark, demonic energy.

As they drove off she ‘apologised’ to the spirits for disturbing the peace and took a couple of pictures of the area before they left. She saw clear demonic faces in the image. When she tried to send it to her manager as proof of the strange goings on, the picture couldn’t be sent.

Why?

Because it was 666 megabytes.

Joan Rivers

This comedian’s old Manhattan apartment might be worth $28 million but it's far more famous for the supernatural entities within its walls than its price tag.

In one iconic episode of Celebrity Ghost Stories Rivers claims she even brought in a voodoo priestess to help a former resident, ‘Mr Spencer’, pass on.

Marilyn Manson

Just like Rivers, Marilyn Manson told his own paranormal experience on CGS. But his story had less spirits and more, you know, Satan.

Pressured by his peers into reading demonic incantations in a supposedly haunted basement, Manson claims he then heard demonic whispers around him asking if he believed in Satan.

Alyson Hannigan

Hannigan might be known for her Wiccan ways on the TV screen in Buffy The Vampire Slayer, but her encounters with the paranormal aren’t just captured by our favourite streaming services.

Back in 2003 Hannigan claimed she lived in a haunted house - but she believes the spirit is friendly.

“My friend saw him first one night. She said, 'I don't mean to alarm you, but I just saw a man follow us out of the house.' “

"Later that night I saw this silhouette of a man standing in the bathroom doorway. I was like, 'Sweetie, what are you doing?' I thought it was [fiance] Alexis [Denisof]. But then I looked and Alexis was asleep next to me.”

Nicolas Cage

Yes, the most memed actor in Hollywood has faced a series of paranormal experiences, too. In 2007 Cage purchased one of the most haunted houses in America in a bid to get inspired to write the latest horror novel.

He bought the LaLaurie Mansion in New Orleans, a house belonging to one of the 19th century’s most infamous serial killers.

Many believe the slaves tortured by Delphine LaLaurie still haunt the mansion. Perhaps Cage heard the wails and moans of her victims, or maybe he felt the demonic presence rumoured to have taken part in a murder of a tenant in 1894?

Demi Lovato

Lovato often makes mention of her beliefs in the paranormal - especially when it comes to her haunted house in Texas. She claims a young girl named Emily haunts her home in the South, and has even mentioned that she was a childhood ‘friend’ when she was growing up.

But this tale has to be the most terrifying:

"One of my friends, Tucker, came over one time and he asked, 'So your house is haunted?' I said, 'Yeah, just watch. Something will happen. Something always happens.' We started to watch a movie when all of a sudden a laptop in my kitchen started to play a movie also. It was a black screen before, so it was a question of who turned it on and hit play.

And after that Tucker texted a friend saying, 'I think this house is haunted, a movie just turned on by itself,' and there was a 'glitch' in his phone that kept texting him back the word 'definitely' over and over again. That happened about 30 times."

Peter Jackson

Jackson might be known for putting mystical and magical creatures on the big screen, but he’s seen similar things in real life, too.

"One night I woke up and there was a figure in the room. She was really scary—her face was like a silent scream. She glided across the room and disappeared into the wall." He told Fran in the morning and she said, "'Was it the woman with a screaming face?’ We had never spoken about it.

She had seen the same ghost two years earlier. So I do believe in some energy, a spirit or a soul..."

Kendrick Lamar

From one famous rapper to another:

Lamar told Home Grown Radio that he had a dream about Tupac Shakur - a dream he believed conveyed a message from beyond. In the dream Tupac told him “Keep doing what you doing, don’t let my music die.”

Keanu Reeves

He’s one of the internet’s favourite celebrities - but what isn’t so famous about this Matrix star is his paranormal experience from when he was living in NYC.

"I'm probably like six, seven years old, we'd come from Australia. Renata, [our] nanny, in the bedroom, my sister is asleep, she's sitting over there, I'm hanging out. There was a doorway and all of a sudden this jacket comes waving through the doorway, this empty jacket — there's no body, there's no legs, it's just there. And then it disappears..."

The nanny saw the exact same thing.

Adele

Ghost nuns are not only on-trend but also terrify-ing. Adele can testify to that. In 2012 the singer moved into a plush Sussex mansion which used to be a convent.

A couple creepy noises later and she hired around-the-clock security to protect her against the paranormal activity. Who knows what she might’ve seen in her new $6 million home?

Matthew McConaughey

McConaughey claims his Hollywood mansion was haunted by an unhappy female spirit by the name of Madame Blu.

"I was not even under the influence and she was there. She wasn't that happy, it didn't seem like she was going to be much fun to hang around or have in my house, so I went ahead and stood my ground. I opened the door and said 'You can move around all you want but I'm not going anywhere.'"

"For weeks everyone that came to the house said the same thing: 'There's someone down in that hall, there's somebody down in that hall.'"

Ryan Gosling

Most of the celebs that made this list whip out their charming ‘lil spooky story to pique interest in their latest career venture. Gosling’s story, however, is actually pretty f*cking scary.

One day, in his childhood home, he saw a ghost of a young boy.

"He just sat. And I knew from a very young age that he was a ghost, too. He scared me. I told my mother, but she couldn't see him. Nobody could. And I learned to live with that. I had to…

Then, a few years later, [my mother] thought she saw him, then almost right away my cousin saw him, and then my uncle. And we were outta there in fairly short order."

Laura Linney

Linney is one of Hollywood’s most cherished actresses - and even on the stage she has witnessed something from the other side.

She became a believer in the paranormal after working in the Belasco Theater on Broadway.

"I had forgotten this, and I was doing a play with Jane Alexander, and I turned to Jane Alexander, and I looked up to the upper balcony—there are two balconies there—and the upper balcony you can only get in from the outside, and those doors were locked; and I looked up, and there was a woman standing in the front row looking over with a blue dress and blonde hair.

I just thought, 'Well, hello!' I looked back at Jane, and I looked back up, and she was gone. I went to the house manager and I said, 'Joe, I think I saw a ghost.' And he went, 'male or female?' I said, 'female.' And he went, 'blue dress, blonde hair?'"

Megan Mullally

Another famous ghost that haunts a famous face features on this list. But this time the paranormal activity described by Mullally is certainly the most tragic.

She claims she lived in a house haunted by the spirit of Nicole Brown Simpson who was murdered in 1994. She believes that only when her husband watched the American Crime Story series about her death did the strange occurrences (most of which were odd and unexplained sounds) settle.

Kristen Stewart

Only last year our very own Bella Swan opened up not just about her own experiences with ghosts, but her own spiritual connection with other people.

“If I’m in a weird, small town, making a movie, and I’m in a strange apartment, I will literally be like, ‘No, please, I cannot deal. Anyone else, but it cannot be me.’ Who knows what ghosts are, but there is an energy that I’m really sensitive to. Not just with ghosts, but with people. People stain rooms all the time.”

Carrie Fisher

Carrie Fisher lived an extraordinary life. She was one of the few a-listers to openly discuss her struggles with mental health and drug use before it became so accepted in mainstream society. Unfortunately, these topics would haunt her in a rather more supernatural manner, too.

Following the overdose of a friend sleeping next to her in her mansion, Fisher claimed she would often feel their presence around her.

"Lights would go on and off, and I had this toy machine, that when you touched it would say, 'F*ck you! Eat sh*t! You’re an asshole!' And it would go off in the night, by itself, in my closet.”

She later hired an exorcist to cleanse the house of the spirit.

Halle Berry

Whilst filming Introducing Dorothy Dandridge, Berry would experience intense paranormal activity she believed was down to her dress.

A dress formerly owned by the woman titling the film.

"I'd come home and the housekeeper would say she'd heard my vanity chair moving upstairs in the bathroom. When the film was over, I desperately wanted to keep her dress, but it had to go. And then everything was fine."

Lady Gaga

Just like Kendrick Lamar, Lady Gaga has had her own dealings with the spirit of an icon. But instead of rap legend Tupac, she got the late fashion designer Alexander McQueen.

"Right after he died, I wrote 'Born This Way.' I think he's up in heaven with fashion strings in his hands, marionetting away, planning this whole thing…

I didn't even write the f*king song. He did!"

Melissa McCarthy

Comedian Melissa McCarthy revealed in 2016 that she believed in ghosts - and gave insight into where her beliefs came from.

"I grew up on a farm and I didn't have any real friends,

I have a very strong belief that people are out there, because I was certainly talking to someone in those barns. Otherwise I'm just crazy. I really strongly believe in ghosts."

Jessica Alba

In 2008, Alba told US Weekly about her own encounter with the paranormal when she was a child.

“I felt this pressure and I couldn’t get up, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t do anything

Something definitely took the covers off me and I definitely couldn’t get off the bed, and then, once I did, I screamed, ran to my parents’ room and I don’t think I spent many nights in that house ever again.”

Jenna Bush Hager

The White House already has a reputation for its paranormal activity (Abe Lincoln often makes a reappearance during times of crisis) and this former first daughter has evidence to support such a claim.

"I was asleep, there was a fireplace in my room and all of a sudden I heard 1920's music coming out. I could feel it. I freaked out and ran into my sister's room. She was like, 'Please go back to sleep, this is ridiculous.'"

Lucy Liu

This Charlie’s Angel - like so many of the people included in this article - claims she had sexual relations with something supernatural.

“I felt everything. I climaxed. And then he floated away.”

Bella Thorne

"I was lying in bed when I saw a shadowy, silvery figure of an old woman creeping across my room, then it slipped into my closet…

I panicked and ran out of bed and swung open my closet door only to see she was in there. But she was gone. I was sure I had seen her ghost! It was really freaky."

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Home Movies #50: “Definite Possible Murder” | March 21, 2004 - 11:00 PM | S04E11

Would you look at that? An absolute dud of an episode. Brendon has twisted his ankle and is laid up in his room where he witnesses his across-the-way neighbor maybe kill somebody. That’s right, they did a Rear Window. The downfall of this episode is like any other season four stinker: bogged down by sitcom-style plot. But a glaring omission from this episode I think is that the kids (and the show itself) are usually so self-consciously movie-obsessed that it’s extremely strange that none of them comment on the fact that “hey guys, this is a lot like that Christopher Reeves movie”

The Subplot is McGuirk goes to mixology school as he’s become an aspiring bar-tender. H. Jon plays both McGuirk and the aforementioned shady neighbor. McGuirk’s plot culminates with a scene where he talks to himself: McGuirk wanting to practice his bartending skills mixes drinks for Paula’s dinner party in which she’s invited said neighbor. I will say this, H. Jon is no Phil Hendrie, and the scene is really tedious and plodding. If somebody told you “this sketch is 100 years old” you’d probably laugh at it and think it wasn’t bad. But it’d from Home Movies and felt trite the day it was born in 2004.

Is there a single good episode of A TV show that apes Rear Window? I’ve gone on the record elsewhere but I think that The Simpsons episode “Bart of Darkness” is a uniquely bad episode. Mike-Skully level comedy with mostly dumb jokes and an unsatisfying story. It was produced during season 5 and aired as the premiere of season 6, an era most Simpsons fans would call “the sweet spot”. And yet, aside from a few good bits here and there, I find the episode to be a series of weird mis-steps, including a genuine gaffe with the definition of epidermis (according to the DVD commentary track, anyway. The scene made it all the way to air before anyone realized that epidermis doesn’t mean hair). Outside of clip-shows, it’s the most negligent episode of The Simpsons out there.

Second-worst Home Movies episode behind “Honkey Magoo”. Simply nasty.

MAIL BAG

Can you confirm Brendon Small does the voice of the Vet in Honkey Magoo. Inquiring minds want to know. We all thought it was H. Jon .

You are absolutely right. It was H. Jon. I simply misremembered it being Brendon. I think that’s because it’s been so long since I’ve watched the “making cotton candy” scene that I for some reason imagined it happening with Brendon’s voice. I can hear it clear as a bell. Fuck.

When Homer looks into the doghouse and maggie pops up and he goes "Oh. Maggie. Cute." all crestfallenly it's such a perfect slice of life moment in the show.

YOU. SENT. THIS. TO. THE. WRONG.... BLOGG!!!! hahaha fuck you you fucking bitch I’m not even gonna read it I just posted this to make fun of you! FUCK YOU

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Oh my god. What if at one time, even very briefly, both Parker and Hardison were in the same foster home?

Pre-Nana Hardison is weird to write and I don’t know enough about their age difference/childhoods so this is rather vague on details (like for example names haha), but a certain scene popped into my head as soon as I read this ask so have a tiny fic exploring that.

(AO3)

As soon as he walked in the door, Alec could tell this wasn’t a good place.

It didn’t seem like it was bad, at least - not the type of bad he’d heard about from other kids, the type he knew he’d been lucky to avoid so far. But there were a lot of little signs that this wasn’t one of the good places, either. It wasn’t so much the small house, or the five other kids he saw when they took him inside. The furniture looked old and beat-up, and the TV was a dinky old monstrosity, and there really wasn’t much else to see. But none of that was what clued him in; way more important was the way Mr. Reeves smiled at him.

Alec could tell fake from real easily enough.

As soon as his social worker left, he was told to leave his stuff in the back bedroom and stay quiet, and then Mr. Reeves walked off. A moment later, a door slammed down the hall. It wasn’t anything scary, but the cold disinterest was its own sort of stinging. He didn’t much mind though, or he told himself he didn’t anyway, because it wasn’t like he was staying here long. He was supposed to be staying with a Mrs. Hardison but apparently she’d gotten sick and wouldn’t be able to take him in for another week. He didn’t know what he was going to be in for with her either, but for the moment not having to stay here any longer than a week was plenty good enough.

Once Mr. Reeves was gone, the other kids livened up a bit. Alec didn’t go put his stuff away, instead flopping down on the floor near the crowded couch and making friends. He might only be here for a week, but that was no reason he had to be lonely.

Elijah was the one to tell him about the ghost.

Everyone was normal amounts of friendly, for foster kids. Meaning a pretty even mix of cheerful and reclusive, one very tall boy wearing a lot of black, a couple little kids too young to make good conversation, one older girl who sat crosslegged in the corner of the room and didn’t say a single word the entire afternoon. Elijah was cool though, and so were Alex and Sanjay, so Alec mostly hung out with them. They watched cartoons and after a while Alex pulled a pack of cards out of her jacket pocket and led them to the bedroom so they could play Go Fish in peace. It was actually a pretty big room, but most of the space was taken up with bunkbeds so it still felt crowded. Sanjay showed Alec where he’d be (the bottom bunk near the door, because of course all the better beds were taken) and if he were staying any longer than a week, he might’ve tried to trade with one of them. He could have made it a bet. In his experience, all kids liked betting on games, and also in his experience, Alec could win any bet that relied on cards since he could keep track of who had what in his head pretty easily.

He was glad he didn’t try, anyway, because Elijah was the one whose bed he would have gone after, since it was a top by the window, and Elijah was the one who liked him enough after beating him three times to tell him about the ghost in the house.

Weird things had started happening a while ago, he explained. At first no one thought anything of it, because there were a lot of people coming in and out who could have been moving stuff around, but then Mr. Reeves came storming in one day yelling about someone taking his watch. The one he wore all the time and never took off, not even when he showered probably. He made everyone go through all their stuff, and pretty much everyone found things missing - but they were all in with someone else’s belongings. It would have turned into a huge argument except by the time everyone found they had someone else’s stuff they were all too confused to be angry for long. Also, Mr. Reeves’ watch didn’t turn up, and he’d yelled for hours about it, which kind of distracted everyone.

Except that right after he finally gave up and left the room, he came rushing back asking who put it back on his dresser. It was obviously impossible, because everyone had been in the room the whole time getting yelled at. A rumor started about the ghost that night, after everyone had been sent to bed without dinner because no one had fessed up. And at first, Elijah said, he hadn’t believed in it either (he must’ve caught Alec’s snort), but then stuff like that just kept happening. People lost stuff, even if they carried them around everywhere, only for them to turn up in weird places days later, like on top of the ceiling fan or inside the cereal box instead of all the cereal, or stuffed inside someone else’s shoes. Some of the stuff that went missing never came back. But most of that stuff belonged to Mr. Reeves, so the kids didn’t usually mind too much.

“Don’t worry about hanging onto whatever you want to keep,” Elijah said, finally. “It doesn’t matter, the ghost will take it right out of your hand if it wants to. My advice is just to ask it to give it back. It listens, sometimes, if you’re nice about it.”

Alec tried really really hard not to roll his eyes, because even if he was only going to be here a week that was no reason to be lonely. Elijah didn’t seem to notice.

Alec was pretty good at sleeping, as long as he remembered to try. He didn’t have any trouble falling asleep in a brightly-lit room, or with lots of noise, or even a bedtime that changed every other day. As long as someone made sure he wasn’t in front of a computer or a book or painting or trying to build a crossbow out of sticks or whatever else caught his attention that day, he could fall asleep in two minutes flat once he decided to.

So he didn’t actually need a better bed, and he wasn’t bothered by the couple of times other kids had to slip past him in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Someone crying into their pillow across the room didn’t phase him, not any more than hearing someone cry always did. He knew better than to go help, especially because he was pretty sure it was the tall boy wearing all black, and older kids usually hated younger kids showing them up at anything.

The first night he stayed with Mr. Reeves passed uneventfully. So did the second, third, fourth, and fifth.

Since it was summer, there wasn’t really much to do other than sit around the house. Mr. Reeves made the older kids help out with chores, but he didn’t really bother the younger ones and Alec was small for his age so he got off easy with just babysitting the really little kids. There was a yard, but it was mostly just dirt with a few weeds, and they weren’t supposed to wander off into the neighborhood. Alec saw all the older kids leave anyway at least three times apiece, but it wasn’t really any of his business so he didn’t worry about it. Besides, one thing Mr. Reeves did have was an old bookshelf with some battered paperbacks, three of which were actually Star Trek books Alec had never read before. He tried to make them last, because without school to go to or a library nearby he didn’t have access to any computers and the TV really did suck. It didn’t work too well though, he still finished all of them two days into his stay, and then he didn’t have anything else to do but just hang out with the others. It had been a good idea, making friends.

Alex taught him some new card games he’d never played, up until Wednesday when her pack of cards went missing. She’d just shuffled it up and put the rubber band back around it, tucking it into her pocket, when Alec spotted a Jack that had fallen to the floor. She went to get the pack back out of her pocket, but it wasn’t there anymore. Alec had been right there the whole time and he hadn’t seen or heard anything.

It was stupid, ghosts weren’t real.

(He checked through all his stuff that afternoon, just in case. Nothing was missing. Of course it wasn’t, ghosts weren’t real.)

Mr. Reeves was never around, except in the mornings when he gave everyone their chore lists. He didn’t even spend much time in the house at all, but when he did he was mostly back in his room or watching the news on his really just unfortunate TV. Whenever that happened, the other kids cleared out and left him alone, without really making a point of it or anything. They just found other stuff to do - even if it was in the same room, like on Thursday when it was raining really hard. No one tried to sit on the couch with him and they all got really quiet. Alec noticed that everyone seemed to follow his rules really well whenever he was around, even though when he wasn’t there they pretty much did whatever they wanted. He didn’t seem to notice or care as long as stuff like the laundry and dishes got done, and nobody got hurt. Alec hadn’t had a single conversation with him all week.

Not one of the bad ones.

But not good.

On Alec’s penultimate day in the house, something of his finally went missing. It was a notebook he’d carried around since the start of last school year, when his then foster-part Keller gave it to him for taking notes in class. Alec didn’t really ever bother doing that because he usually could figure out whatever the lesson was and remember it later without writing anything down, but he did like to draw in it. He’d started trying to write code in there too, but honestly he didn’t like trying to write down what he was thinking because his hand could never keep up with his brain. He was much faster at typing, even if he only really got to on school computers. Mostly, Alec just liked to draw stuff.

It wasn’t like the notebook really mattered. Alec didn’t have a lot of stuff, but most of what he did have didn’t matter too much. He’d like it to matter, he’d like that a lot, but the simple fact was he didn’t have anything he really cared about, not that couldn’t be replaced if he really needed. A new book would still have the same words, he didn’t even really like any of the clothes he had except his glow-in-the-dark Darth Vader shirt and even that was starting not to glow anymore. The notebook probably came closest to something really special.

Alec thought about getting mad. He really did, he really almost came very close to blowing his top. But he’d been in not-so-good houses before. He’d spent hours walking around the neighborhood, smiling at people who half the time slammed the door in his face, trying to sell them on a religion he didn’t even feel very strongly about. He’d tried getting mad before and it just never really worked. And he didn’t have time here to try something that didn’t work, even if he really really really wanted to.

Instead, Alec asked the other kids about his notebook. None of them had seen it anywhere, or at least none of them admitted to seeing it. Some of them didn’t even bother to answer, or he didn’t bother to ask them. The toddlers weren’t exactly going to be much help.

Next, Alec searched the house for his notebook. He looked under everything, behind everything, he even went to Mr. Reeves’ room and asked him very politely if he’d seen it, hovering on the threshold and looking around everywhere. He didn’t see anything and Mr. Reeves just told him no and to leave him alone. He sounded so final and Alec was only here one more day, and so far nothing had happened to explain why all the other kids stayed very quiet whenever Mr. Reeves was in the room. He didn’t need to find out if there was a reason.

He didn’t need the notebook, anyway, and he could leave without it if he had to but he didn’t want to. He wanted it back. He wanted it almost enough to believe in ghosts, if that was something that would work, and after dinner he went to the bathroom and spoke to the ghost while he was washing his hands so no one else would hear.

“That’s mine and I want it back please,” Alec told the ghost, feeling very silly. “You’re a jerk if you don’t give it back before I leave.”

He didn’t go to sleep that night, because ghosts weren’t real and even if they were it wasn’t like he was gonna put his trust in a thief to fix things. Alec still got into bed, still lay down and breathed quietly and even closed his eyes when Mr. Reeves stuck his head in to make sure everyone was where they were supposed to be, but he didn’t sleep.

Instead, he waited for everyone else to fall asleep, so he could use the flashlight he’d taken from the garage to look through all their things until he got his notebook back. Only Elijah and Sanjay had been willing to let him root through their stuff during the day. Mostly everyone ignored him, blaming it all on the ghost.

Alec waited until he couldn’t hear anyone else making any noise, then a few more minutes to be sure they were all asleep, then counted to three hundred just in case, before finally sitting up. He turned to face the rest of the beds, pulling the flashlight out from under his pillow but not turning it on yet.

And then he saw the ghost, floating above Elijah’s bed. Alec froze up, only a quick gasp making its way through his lips. He felt terrified for just a moment, scared for his life because he wasn’t going to bet on the ghost staying friendly when someone caught it. And also it looked like it might be trying to eat Elijah’s soul, or something.

But then the ghost lifted its head, just enough for the moonlight coming in through the window to shine on its face, to make the long silvery strands of spiderweb hair catch enough light that they looked blonde again. The shadows around its skull no longer looked faceless.

In fact, it was grinning at him. It held a single pale finger up over its lips.

Alec blinked rapidly, watching as the ghost moved over Elijah’s bed like a spider, only touching the frame. It crouched on its tiptoes, fiddling with the window - the locked window that no one could get open, so it got insanely hot in here during the day and no one spent much time here if they could help it - and a moment later swung it open silently.

The ghost-girl, she was a girl with pale skin and long hair silvery in the moonlight, slipped through the window feet first, reaching out and up and either catching on something or just floating in midair, before she let go of the windowsill and swung backwards into the night. In the last moment before she let go and fell head-first down to the ground, she smiled at him again and twiddled her fingers in a silent wave.

Alec’s heart thumped hard when she vanished out of sight. He listened but he didn’t hear anything hit the ground. His fingers were trembling, he felt like something might grab his ankles from under the bed.

When he flicked on the flashlight, carefully covering all but a slit of the beam with his fingers, it turned out there was no need to search: his notebook was sitting on the floor right in front of him, looking perfectly innocent. He snatched it up, then hid under his covers with the light to check that none of the pages were missing, that everything was the way he’d left it.

It all was - except on the last page, where there were several sketches of cars. A couple from the outside, the rest from what looked like what you’d see from inside the driver’s seat. They were really good, probably better than Alec’s art. They were also weird, little lines marked at the driver’s side window, several spots on the inside of the dashboard, one drawing just a tangle of wires. It didn’t make any sense at all, but it was back and that was good enough.

He’d be leaving tomorrow morning, he didn’t need to know any more (even if he really really wanted to, now).

In the morning, Alec snuck the flashlight back into the garage before Mr. Reeves got up. He shrugged when Elijah caught him carrying his notebook around and laughingly asked him if he’d asked the ghost to give it back. He wanted to tell his friend about actually seeing the ghost, but something stopped him. He wasn’t sure what, exactly. It wasn’t like he had any reason to be scared of her, since he was leaving and he was pretty sure ghosts couldn’t leave where they were haunting. But still. Something about the memory of her shadowed grin, her finger telling him to hush… it wasn’t scary really, but he didn’t want to ignore her.

Mr. Reeves clapped a hand on his shoulder when his social worker came to pick Alec up. He laughed with her, told her Alec’d been no trouble at all and they’d had a great time together. He shook her hand and helped Alec carry his stuff out to the car. He told him “take care, son,” and smiled down at him and shut the car door for him once he was inside the backseat.

Behind him, a couple of the other kids stood in the yard or the doorway. Alex and Sanjay were waving; Elijah had his arms crossed and a frown on his face. Benny and Miles, the little kids, waved for a second before getting distracted by something on the ground.

And standing in the doorway was an older girl with long blond hair and pale skin, her mouth set in a neutral line. The girl who barely spoke to anyone, who spent most of her time this past week working on cleaning out the gutters together with the oldest boy John, and then just vanishing all afternoon. Her eyebrows furrowed a little as she watched the car start to take him away, and Alec suddenly felt a crazy impulse to wave at her over any of his friends.

He twiddled his fingers at her, grinning.

The car was pulling away, starting to speed up down the street, but Alec still saw her. Saw the ghost-girl blink, then smile, just a quick flash before he passed her completely.

#leverage #leverage fic #my fic #parker #alec hardison #replies #anonymous #my first thought was actually the parker getting buried scene and little hardison's reaction #but then this popped into my head and actually came out as words so here ya go #Anonymous

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