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boomstyle · 2 years

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What if Scourge the Hedgehog met Rosy the Rascal in his early childhood?

Disclaimer = I don't own Rosy the rascal.She belongs to Sega and Archie comic. She's Amy rose counterpart from Anti Mobius/ Moebius dimension. This fanfic will tweak some event from Anti Mobius to adjust her character and future. As this is an Anti Sonic Boom dimension Au, her character would be tweaked to give her qualities of Boom Amy except she's evil and not obsessed with her hammer.

Moebius Rosy the Rascal

In archie comic, Rosy the Rascal was described as mentally unstable girl who was eager to smash Scourge (Anti Sonic). She used a special ring to grow older so Scrouge would pay attention to her. The magic ring made her mentally unstable.

The reason why she hated to the point she wanted to squishy squashy Scrouge remained a mystery. What if she went insane because of Scourge? Noting Scourge's rude and harsh personality, this is not surprising. After all, she only went insane because of the magic ring. It's really odd if Rosy the rascal was simply obsessed with smashing Scourge. Check out Archie Sonic the Hedgehog comic issue #193-196! There's a huge possibility that Rosy had a personal grudge on Scourge or received harsh crush rejection from Scourge.

Keep in mind, Scourge and Rosy's real age was comparatively large if Rosy didn't use a special ring. When Rosy met him, he was 15-17 years old while Rosy was still 8 years old. The magic ring made her look like 12 years old but she lost her mind. Expecting an 8 years old to just have a fan crush and be mature with it is just unfair. Plus, the first thing Rosy came in mind after crushing on Scourge is that she wants to marry him like any kid would think. After all, kids didn't have deep understanding about love, relationship and marriage like a grown up would.

After all, Scourge had several dates before meeting Rosy. He two timed several woman from both Freedom Figthers and Suppression Squad. Remember the time he seduced Rouge after he escaped to Mobius to avoid the anger of Alicia Acorn (Anti Sally) and Bun Rabbot (Anti Bunnie) especially he dated Anti Penelope behind their back. He even involved Mobius Prime Sonic into this. Men, this guy sure had some gut to date several women at once. It's like women is nothing but a dating app tool to him.

Well, at least he showed slightly genuine feeling toward Fiona. After all, she was different from the other girl he dated. Before Fiona, all the girls he dated was villain from the begining. Fiona choose to be a villian which brought to his interest. However, it's unclear if he's trully in love with her or simply manipulating her?

Let's think of the possibility if Scourge would have met Rosy from the beginning at Anti Sonic Boom dimension! Now, let's start from the beginning. Buns Rabbot, Patch (Anti Antoine), Boomer (Anti Rotor), Fiona the fox, Anti Snively, Anti Penelope and Alicia Acorn never existed at Anti Sonic Boom dimension or simply called Boem dimension. Unlike Scourge and Rosy's Moebius counterpart, they're 3 years apart just like their classic, Modern and Boom counterparts. Yes, they're still Sonic and Amy even if they denied it.

Origin of Boem Rosy the Rascal

Similar to her Boom counterpart, Rosy was born as Amy Rose at the Oriental village. Her father was Alexander R' the Hedgehog, an ex warrior who aspired to bring grand peace and prosperity while her mother was Ailinda R' the Hedgehog, a violent gangster. Boem Rosy's mother left her when she was just a baby. Ever since Boem Ailinda R' the Hedgehog's departure, Boem Alexander moved to Unnamed village where Anti Boom Sonic/Boem Scourge lived.

Since Boem Rosy was still a baby, Boem Alexander (her father) dilligently brought her to Scourge's shack near Seaside beach. Boem Scourge met baby Boem Rosy for the first time when Jules and Bernadate invited Alaxander for warrior reunion. Boem Alexander, Jules and Bernadate were best friends but they got driven apart after Boem Alexander gave up his heroism for Boem Ailinda after marriage. After their seperation, Alexander reconsidered to return to be hero and helped Scourge's parent to build Grand Peace.

In the process of building and maintaining Grand Peace, they neglected their children and leave them at the hand of Mark the Tapir. Boem Mark was Jules and Bernadate's personal assistant and nanny. Boem Mark would become Boem Scourge's most valued member along with Boem Rosy. Boem Mark didn't share his Boom counterpart's fanatical, disturbed and mentally unstable psychopathy trait. As the result, he build a healthy relationship with Scourge and Rosy from Boem dimension. Boem Mark even encouraged them to date once they reached adolescence.

Boem Mark was right. Boem Scourge and Boem Rosy were indeed childhood sweetheart. When Boem Rosy was still few years old, she would often jump bouncingly and run ferociously over beach terrain. Her smile was crisps and crackling. Her eyes was sparkling like ray of sunshine. Her smile and eye contact brought magic to the 5 years old speedy hedgehog.

However, their happiness didn't last long when their parents disappeared completely. Over the years they grew up, they couldn't cope with the reality of their parent's neglect. Boem Mark's upbringing didn't help much. After all, Boem Mark was just as devious and cunning as his counterpart except that he's not obsessed with Boem Scourge. Boem Mark despised their parents and them. 2000 years ago, Anti Boom Azure and Anti Boom Mei Hua killed Mark's family and disbanded the Oda secret society where he was raised in. Two thousand years of grudge made him sworn to discreetly ruin their descendant. Making their life worse than death.

While Boem Rosy and Boem Scourge's parent was not present in their life, they had their fun and adventure inside and outside Seaside Island. They often raced across the island. Around the jungle of Seaside Island, they had their first sparring session and great quality time. Boem Rosy didn't have her hammer but she tested on hand to hand combat and retractable sword her father left.

Not to mention, the young hedgehog pair was a troublemaker around Unnamed village. They liked to spray grafitti across the wall, door and glass. Damaging public properties was their fun time hobby as well. Casualties and injuries around the village were common. Hence, the victims ran into Boem Eggman's base for recovery and defence but Boem Scourge, Boem Rosy, Moerpho Dextrux (Morpho Dexter's counterpart) and Boem Mark broke down Boem Eggman's base several times. Even forcefield didn't save Boem Eggman from Anti Team Sonic infiltration. Thanks to Moerpho Dextrux's force field power, Anti Team Sonic managed to pass through Boem Eggman's forcefield.

How did they met Moerpho Dextrux? Well, they had their first multiverse adventure to Moerpho dimension where Dextrux (Dexter's counterpart), Master Huang and Grand Dowanger Hu Li accidentally destroy the dimension. In that dimension, Scourge, Miles, Blade (Perci's counterpart) and Raw (Sticks' counterpart) were sent to Prison Zone after Moerpho Eggman, Ancient Anarchy, Moerpho Agent Stone, white hooded one and White doom ambushed them. Boem Scourge, Mark and Rosy were willing to help Dextrux so that they can have the dimension to themselves.

However, their plan backfired when Dexter combined the power of all the Sol Beryl and Anarchy Quartz (Chaos crystal's counterpart) together. This caused Moerpho dimension and Soel dimension to explode. The bearer of the combined crystal almost got exploded but thanks to his innate ability to control chaos power, Dextrux was merely sent to a white matter. Luckily, Moepho Dexter had the capability to travel through dimension so he was able to escape white matter quicker than Morpho Eggman did. It took several weeks for Morpho Eggman to figure it out. Meanwhile, Boem Scourge, Mark and Rosy managed to get away from the disaster through interdimensional portal.

Things were getting more interesting when Boom Amy and Morpho Dexter (my Oc) came into Boem multiverse after they lost the battle with Morpho Eggman. Coincidently, Boom Amy met her Anti Boom counterpart after she passed through Boem Eggman's new base at Abandoned research facility. They got captured by Boem Eggman but they told him that they're from another dimension seeking to return the Lost Crystal of Power to its core at Crystal Zone. Afterward, the doctor released them in one condition that they would help him to stop Anti Team Sonic (later Terror Squad led by Boem Scourge) from terrorizing the village.

Just as the newcomer was released, Anti Team Sonic infiltrated the entrance of abandoned research facility. However, Boem Eggman was more preapared this time. He reprogrammed MAIA nd Q-N-C so that the machien within abandoned reearch facility would destroy Anti Team Sonic instead of him and the other victims. Plus, he had lightning bolt society, Belinda, Charlie, TW Barker, Morpho Dexter and Boom Amy on their side. In the end, Boem Rosy, Scourge, Mark and Dextrux lost to the whole group.

While they lost, the Anti Team Sonic held a strategic retreat. After all, retreat is sometimes better than to continue. For several years, Boem Rosy and Moerpho Dexter would be trained along with Boem Blade, Stally (my future oc) and Slash (Staci's counterpart) at Plum Blossom sect. Unlike her Boom counterpart, Boem Rosy didn't quit her training to join Anti Team Sonic. Instead, she temporarily quit Team Sonic to trained herself to be more expert in combat and strategy. However, Master Huang would permit her to join Anti Team Sonic for certain mission.

At one point, Boem Rosy and Scourge met their Moebius counterpart. It started when Boem Scourge, Boem Miles and Boem O'Knux were bored with the same ol routine even after they had adventure outside Seaside Island and within Sonic Boom zone. Hence, he asked Boem Rosy for some plan so Boem Rosy introduced him to Moebius dimension after Captain villian (Captain Hero's counterpart)'s lecture about multiverse and ancient dimensional portal (IPT).

Ironically, the first time they came to Moebius dimension was when Moebius Scourge, and princess Alicia Acorn were hatching scheme to overthrew King Accorn. In an effort ot be better villian, the Anti Team Sonic helped Moebius Scourge and Alicia whilst sending King Accorn to Zone of Silence. After the success, Moebius Scourge build their own Anti Freedom Figther whilst starting a great alliance with his Boem counterpart.

However, their alliance didn't last long. When Moebius Scourge attempted to seduce Boem Rosy to be one of his trophy girlfriend, Boem Rosy smacked him. Moebius Scourge attempted to molest her to claim her but she had a back up from Alicia Accorn, Patch, Moebius Miles, Boem Miles, Boem O Knux, Boem Raw, Boem Scourge, Boomer, Anti Penelope and Buns Rabbot. After all, Boem Rosy knew that Moebius Scourge was a womanizer. She used Moebius Rosy as witnes to reveal Alicia, Buns Rabbot and Anti Penelope the truth. The incident didn't go unnoticed by Boem Scourge. He overheard Moebius Rosy being blunt. In the end, Boem Scourge and Moebius Scourge had a huge fight. As the duel ended in tie, they called off Boem and Moebius interdimensional alliance. As the result, Moebius Scourge and his Anti Freedom figther were not allowed to enter Boem and Sonic Boom dimension.

Phew, this is a sneak peak of my Anti Boom Amy's background. Yes, her background was supposed to be different from her moebius counterpart. After all, Anti Boom dimension may be the opposite of Sonix Boom but they still have huge coherence which ties major world events, character and geography together only that the events were reversed. So the Anti Boom dimension was sort of opposite mirror to the Sonic Boom dimension in terms of moral and side character as well.

#sonicboom #anti mobius #anti sonic #scourge the hedgehog #antiamyrose #rosy the rascal #sonicfanfiction #fan theory #sonic characters #moebius #boem #sonic au #alternate reality #alternate universe #sonic fanfiction

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mrfandomgage · 1 year

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"So how are we doing this?" Mr Fandom asks, "Human, right?"

"We can put on a better show than that", Ms Fandom responds, "besides, you better hit me harder than you did last time!"

"You won by a fluke, and we know it".

"Prove it tough guy".

The two Gages stand across from each other. Facing down each other in a clearing, while Chara watches from a stump at the edge.

"Hey, are you two going to fight or what?" Chara shouts, waiting for them to begin.

"Yeah, are we gonn-", Ms Fandom says, before being interrupted. The palm of a hand wrapping over her mouth, her body lifting into the air, and her skull cracking. Bleeding into the soil.

Mr Fandom whispers, "let's give him a show". His body flies back, impaling him onto a tree through his chest. His right arm missing only for it to impale him through his stomach. His eyes dull for a moment, his body still human. A wide smile and laugh eminate from his body.

Ms Fandom rises up, laughing herself. Laughing as much as she can before her jaw vanishes in a mist of red before Mr Fandom, standing there, the strings of his own blood reforming his right arm in a matter of seconds. His body smashes into the ground, his ribs clearly flattening. She raises her foot and crushes his skull, her jaw reforming in the process.

Chara, shaken up from the display asks, "You, you won right?"

Ms Fandom responds, "what? We haven't eve-". Her body splits in half. One side torched, falling to the ground, the other frozen solid. Mr Fandom stands up, his clothes torn, his body healed.

"We aren't tired yet", Rings a hollowed voice. Mr Fandom's throat splits open, as a charred hand rises to the frozen body. As his body chokes on blood, her burnt hand busts his head over the ice. Instead of breaking down while he can't breathe, he smashes his own head against the ice, breaking her out.

Mr Fandom falls to the floor, and vomits what he can out of him, coughing and hacking out what he can. Ms Fandom reforms and summons a fire axe, chopping his head down the middle. She goes to a side and reforms her burnt and frosted dress, falling on her knees trying to get a breath. Mr Fandom stands up pulling the axe out of his head. Placing the halves back together. Swinging the axe around, it becomes a sledge hammer, the size of the hammer head grows to a comically large size, large enough to crush a full grown human.

Mr Fandom advances, in absolute silence. Not a twig or a branch makes a noise as he approaches. Ms Fandom throws up, trying to retch the blood out of her system. He raises the hammer, with her noticing the shadow before knowing he was already behind her. As she looks up, she tries blocking it with her arms. It meant nothing, as her body was flattened into a puddle, with a faint popping noise from under the hammer. Mr Fandom tosses the hammer, making a miniature crater behind him. Gage falls forward catching himself on his own knees trying to breath. Returning upright he looks up into the air, a partially cloudy, sunny day in winter.

Hands crawl out of the puddle, reforming muscle structure of the limbs around them as they move. A body starts to form, covered in dirt and gore. As it forms its head, it turns around, a gun appearing in one hand, with a solid Click. Mr Fandom looks down, a spine lying in pooling blood, with muscle draping her right side, dirt covered skin attempting to boil over her left hand pointing the gun. Her face, barely an eye, and brain, crammed into a crudely carved out skull with supporting muscle. Her chest was still torn open, where he could see she had no lungs. He knew she'd be hyperventilating this moment with them, so she didn't make them just to shoot him. He smiles, like a Cheshire Cat.

A hole is blown through him, removing his chest. As his body flies back, his open wound catches the hammer, splitting him in half. His remains hit a tree, splattering it in gore, as the rest of what's left flies into the wood.

Silence.

Five minutes pass in silence.

Ms Fandom gets up, and stumbles closer to the woods. She leans onto the hammer for a rest. From the wood, Mr Fandom shambles closer. They get closer to each other. He takes the first swing, where she blocks it and gives him a blow to his stomach. He returns the favor, pulling her hair down and socking her across the face, forcing her back, and away. As they move to get to each other, they fall to the ground, tripping on the floor below. They both groan, attempting to get up. As she tries to push herself up, he reaches out, and slams her head into the dirt. He pushes on her head to get back up to stand. He limps to the hammer for support as he watches her. In one final act of the fight, she hits the ground with her palm three times.

With a course and rough voice, Mr Fandom says, "I... win..."

He falls to his knees, holding onto the hammer raising his arm to flag down Chara. His sight darkens. His body shuts down. Last seeing Chara slowly approaching.

Mr Fandom awakens. It's darker out, with a decent fire next to him keeping him warm.

"H-h-how...", Chara coughs, readjusting, "how are you?"

Ms Fandom replies, in a gravelly voice, "he's still tired. We both feel like shit", she tries clearing her throat to no avail, "it'll be a while".

Mr Fandom looks at her. Her nose is bleeding. With a striking pain in his arm, he creates a handkerchief. He reaches it out to Ms Fandom.

Ms Fandom takes it from him, replying, "please don't do that to yourself, we both know it hurts".

"How?" Chara asks, "Aren't they separate from you?"

"That's not what I said, I said they're different".

"Well, how does that hurt?"

"Imagine having sore legs and walking with them".

"That, would suck".

Chara reaches into his wallet, and hands Mr Fandom the $50 he promised. Ms Fandom cleans up her face. When the Gages fall asleep, Chara tends to the fire, with burning memories.

#undertale #chara #chara undertale #gage fandom

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radioactivepeasant · 3 years

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Fic Prompts: Zelda Tuesday

In Majora's Mask, there was an unused character model for an alternate version of Ganondorf. He wasn't a warlord or demon thief in Termina, just a fisherman. I'd guess because the Termina Gerudo are seafarers and pirates. I wish he'd made it into the game so we could have seen Link's reaction.

This is my take on how that meeting might have gone.

The fishing hole in Termina was very similar to the one Link knew in Hyrule. Like its counterpart, someone had walled off the pond and added a store front to sell fishing gear. Link hated that. Who charged admission for nature?

Still, with everything happening just now, Link needed a scrap of familiarity to anchor himself.

Navi was gone, Epona was gone, the moon was falling, and there were masks that could make you into someone else. Link felt like he was drowning, surrounded by everyone else's fear when his own had already stopped up his lungs.

When he opened the door, nobody was at the counter. Link shrugged to himself and slipped out into the man-made lagoon.

Oh.

There was the proprietor. A large man bent over a comically small fishing pole, grumbling as he untangled the line.

There was something familiar about the man, something that made the pulse hammer in Link's ears.

"Hm?"

The man twitched, then stood. He turned to face Link, and the boy thought his heart would stop beating then and there.

Of course.

Of course he would be here too.

Link was such an idiot! He'd already seen both Kotake and Koume, how could he have thought their monstrous child would not also be present?

The world twisted and darkened until all Link could see were those burning golden eyes. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't hear. He couldn't-

He couldn't.

Not again, he couldn't do this again.

Slowly, another sound began to cut through the shrill ringing. The voice was muffled, and the words were unintelligible, but the tone seemed concerned.

Grass met Link's hands abruptly, and the smell of the crushed blades mingled with the texture to remind him that there was still a world outside the blackness and the eyes. One heartbeat. Two. Three. Link finally, finally, managed to inhale. With a desperate gasp, he drew in just enough air for his vision to widen just a fraction.

He was on the ground, and Ganondorf stood over him.

The warlord frowned and crouched.

"Giants, kid! What was that about? I thought you were about to faint right into the pond!"

When Link didn't answer him, his frown deepened. "What are you doing here, anyway? I heard most families evacuated to the mountains to escape the moon fall."

To Link's horror, a tiny sob ricocheted out of his chest. Ganondorf's eyes widened, and for the first time in his life Link saw the man's face soften.

Awkwardly, Ganondorf reached out and tentatively patted the boy's back.

"Oh...hey, it's alright. There's no guarantee that the moon is actually going to fall, you know. It's messing up the tides, sure, but we mortals are great at adapting to changes."

With a smile that was more of a grimace, he added, "Gonna take more than a falling moon for the goddesses to scrape Termina off the face of the earth."

Link didn't think he was right about that.

Ganondorf looked at the boy and sighed roughly. "Look, don't cry, just...Do you know how to fish?"

Link wiped his eyes and nodded. Was this man really Ganondorf, or a Ganondorf, if he was acting so nicely? Maybe he just looked like him.

Ganondorf stood back up. "Okay. Okay, er...don't tell anybody I let you do this, but you can fish on the house today. Does your family know where you are?"

What family? Link frowned and shook his head.

To his surprise, Ganondorf folded his arms sternly. "And why not? You're not a runaway, are you?"

Link scowled back and shook his head again.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" Ganondorf scratched his head and sighed. "Alright, let's try this. Are you from around here?"

Shake shake.

"Okay, not a local. You traveling?"

Nod.

"Were you traveling with your parents?"

Shake.

"Do you...aw spirits. Do you...have parents?"

Shake.

Ganondorf clapped his hand over his eyes and groaned. Just his luck to have a skittish orphan come wandering into his fishing hole the day before he was supposed to evacuate to the swamp. Well, his mothers would tan his hide, all grown up or not, if he left somebody's little voe in Clocktown alone with the moon hanging down like it was.

"Alright," Ganondorf finally said, "Do you have any friends around here that can help you?"

He was relieved when the boy nodded and pointed in the general direction of the coast. Well, that was better than nothing.

"Okay kid. Uh..." Ganondorf looked around for his fishing pole and slung it over his shoulder. "I gotta lock up here in about an hour. But tomorrow I can take you as far as the beach. I've got some family out there who can help you find whoever you're looking for."

If his mothers didn't demand he bring the kid home so they could spoil him, that was.

#legend of Zelda #majora's mask #fic prompts #writing prompts #zelda tuesday #ganondorf #link #gerudo #the Ganondorf in Termina was probably a decent dude since Twinrova made medicines #ganondad #he's just trying to be a responsible adult and Link has very little experience with those

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dykeza · 3 years

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The way tommy finally dies is him asking jack manifold what hell what like and jack manifold being like

“Oh there is nothing but hot women in hell, Tommy. And they all want your Snapchat. They all want to send you streaks”

And Tommy goes “JACK MANIFOLD I NEED YOU TO SEND ME TO HELL” to which Jack manifold will take out a comically large hammer named CANON and just crush him with it.

#tommyinnit #jack manifold #dream smp

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dahlia-coccinea · 3 years

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Why do you think Heathcliff never fires Joseph while he is the master of the Heights? Yes Joseph is an efficient and competent servant, but Heathcliff disliked him as a boy and wanted to throw him off the highest gable. Why did he give up on this childhood grudge and not the others? Does he only care about grudges that effected his relationship with Catherine now? Does he not retain grudges concerning people of a lower social status than himself? Does he think that being the master of Joseph and ordering him around is revenge enough? Is he merely nostalgic for the Heights of his childhood? I think Clare Dunkle discussed this but didn’t give a satisfactory answer. What is your theory?

That is an interesting aspect of the story. As Dunkle notes, when he’s around 13 Heathcliff says he wishes he’ll one day have “the privilege of flinging Joseph off the highest gable, and painting the house-front with Hindley’s blood!” and yet he lives side by side with Joseph for 18ish years after he returns. There aren’t many ways we can interpret this, other than that Heathcliff, even when he is angry and “defying” the sympathy of others - Nelly is right when she says “you have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?”

I agree with @princesssarisa who said recently:

“Maybe we could view him as having a fundamental respect for servants, or for people reduced to servitude, because of his own background. Even though he speaks of “crush[ing] those beneath [him]” and in large part does just that, the fact remains that the chief victims of his cruelty are people of more privileged status and upbringing than he was, even when they lack the power that he currently has.”

It’s apparent that Heathcliff isn’t a completely ruthless, inhuman, being. I don’t think he does just want to hurt people for the sake of it. It’s not at all at odds with his character that he wouldn’t needlessly expel and abuse everyone in his path. We see this in his treatment of Lockwood. He’s not hospitable by nature but neither is he senselessly violent.

Is Joseph efficient and competent? I don’t think we really know if he is a good worker or not? Or something could be escaping my memory.

About Heathcliff only being against those who effected his relationship with Catherine - I do think Joseph played a role in Hindley’s objection to their closeness. In Chapter 9 when Joseph goes on a rant after Heathcliff runs away he says that Catherine has been “Running after t’ lads, as usuald!” and he makes quite an insinuation when he says “It’s bonny behaviour, lurking amang t’ fields, after twelve o’ t’ night, wi’ that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think I’m blind; but I’m noan: nowt ut t’ soart!” I image it wouldn’t be the first insinuation of the sort on Joseph’s part and I doubt that Catherine, Heathcliff, and Hindley haven’t been previously lectured on the dangers of sexual immorality. Totally my own conjecture but as Heathcliff is 16 when he leaves and Hindley wants Catherine to marry Edgar I’d think he would see Heathcliff as a threat to her purity and could cause problems with the Linton’s viewing her as an acceptable daughter-in-law. Hindley certainly takes Joseph’s insinuation seriously when he says it is only recent events (Heathcliff saving Hareton) that keeps his "conscience tender of breaking his neck” if they had been spending all night on the moors alone together.

On a totally comical note there is this scene in Chapter 33 when Hareton and Cathy dig up the garden and Joseph gets all upset:

“I mun hev’ my wage, and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I’d sarved fur sixty year; and I thowt I’d lug my books up into t’ garret, and all my bits o’ stuff, and they sud hev’ t’ kitchen to theirseln; for t’ sake o’ quietness. It wur hard to gie up my awn hearthstun, but I thowt I could do that! But nah, shoo’s taan my garden fro’ me, and by th’ heart, maister, I cannot stand it! Yah may bend to th’ yoak an ye will—I noan used to ’t, and an old man doesn’t sooin get used to new barthens. I’d rayther arn my bite an’ my sup wi’ a hammer in th’ road!”

“Now, now, idiot!” interrupted Heathcliff, “cut it short! What’s your grievance? I’ll interfere in no quarrels between you and Nelly. She may thrust you into the coal-hole for anything I care.”

“It’s noan Nelly!” answered Joseph. “I sudn’t shift for Nelly—nasty ill nowt as shoo is. Thank God! shoo cannot stale t’ sowl o’ nob’dy! Shoo wer niver soa handsome, but what a body mud look at her ’bout winking. It’s yon flaysome, graceless quean, that’s witched our lad, wi’ her bold een and her forrard ways—till—Nay! it fair brusts my heart! He’s forgotten all I’ve done for him, and made on him, and goan and riven up a whole row o’ t’ grandest currant-trees i’ t’ garden!” and here he lamented outright; unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries, and Earnshaw’s ingratitude and dangerous condition.

“Is the fool drunk?” asked Mr. Heathcliff. “Hareton, is it you he’s finding fault with?”

That it seems that Heathcliff cannot even understand Joseph is HILARIOUS to me. Perhaps he keeps him around for comic relief ? Just kidding lol I’m going to go with this is a case of Heathcliff not being Evil™

#wuthering heights #heathcliff #joseph #thoughts

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danny-chase · 3 years

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Thanks to anon for requesting On the Run with Cassandra Cain and Dick Grayson!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nightwing (Comics), Batgirl (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Barbara Gordon Characters: Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, blockbuster arc alternative ending, POV Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain is Batgirl, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Cassandra Cain Is a Good Sister, Cassandra Cain is bad at feelings, TW: Suicide, tw: ambiguous suicide attempt, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, there are no hugs sorry, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily (DCU), Dick Grayson Whump, Cassandra Cain Whump, Hurt No Comfort Series: Part 1 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

The one where Cass runs away with Dick instead of Catalina (Catalina doesn't exist for the sake of this AU - and this is not romantic between Dick and Cass).

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“Cass? You here?” Light poured into her room as Barbara cracked open the door. Cass tucked her head under the blanket, yawning - it was too early to get up. “Cass, please.” The anxiety in Barbara’s voice made her reconsider – and she sprung upright, she could feel a mission coming on, and Cass didn’t pass up missions.

“What’s up?” She asked, striding over to her closet, pulling out her Batgirl suit.

“It’s Dick, I’m worried… He left in a rush yesterday morning.” Barbara’s hands were shaking – that meant it was serious. “Cass I was watching the news… I… God…he…”

She pulled on her costume in record time. Dick was nice, he made Barbara happy. Made her happy too. Brought over cookies and told funny stories, he made the apartment feel… warm. He was a friend… no… family, they were family.

She glanced back at Barbara, pulling the door wider, she looked pale, about to cry. She shifted uncomfortably, not sure how to help. “What’s up?” She demanded, stepping around the wheelchair. She grabbed the handles, and quickly steered them both towards the mission room.

Barbara wiped her eyes as she reached the computer, pulling up a video clip. Cass recognized the apartment building; she’d been there a few times after joint missions. That was Dick’s-

Oh.

Fire rained down on the screen, the building reduced to rubble.

Barbara sobbed next to her. “I don’t know if he was there… I don’t even know if… Cass… He… What if…?” Cass tentatively patted her shoulder, uneasiness filling her stomach. “He hasn’t called… his trackers are either off or…”

“I’ll find him.” She promised. That was her mission. Find Nightwing, bring him home, then Barbara wouldn’t cry. She didn’t like when Barbara cried, it made her want to cry too.

She dove out the window, swinging through the sky, down to where she kept her bike. Gunning the engine, she flew through the streets, Blüdhaven was an hour away – but she could make it in half the time. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, she tried to settle in for a long ride.

It wasn’t hard to pick up the trail – she followed the flashing red and blue lights to scenes of carnage, masked men beaten and discarded in Nightwing’s wake. The whole day, she snuck around, carefully out of sight, watching as ambulances carted away people, describing them to Barbara and learning their names.

“This… isn’t working.” She complained, her legs swinging off the side of a roof. “I don’t understand.”

“He’s not taking a predictable path.” Barbara noted. “We’ll find him, we’ll just have to be patient.” She sounded much more confident than this morning. Cass sighed, leaning back to stare at the clouds. Why was Dick running around in circles? She reached up as raindrops began pattering down, feeling them seep through the suit. She let her hand fall across her face. Something felt off – wrong.

The injuries Nightwing left behind were violent – he was violent, but not this much. Too much force. “This isn’t right.” She muttered, reaching her head behind her head. Dick wasn’t someone that lost control – that much she had learned.

Cass sucked in a breath. It bothered her. Something bad was happening. “He’s hurting people.” She tried to explain. “Bad.” Breaking bones that would never heal right, being careless in his aim. “He doesn’t do that…” Normally, but it’s happened before. It’s happened when… “They’re threatening his family.”

That felt right. Despite what the others thought, Cass wasn’t dumb – she was a detective too. And this was her case.

“We’ll have to assume it’s connected.” Barbara mumbled. “Haley’s circus was attacked by Firefly a few days ago.”

“Huh?” What did some circus have to do with-

“It’s where he grew up.” Barbara explained. “You’re right, I suspected… we need to find him, someone might have figured out his identity.” She paused a moment. “Keep trying to track him down, I need to call Batman.” The line cut off.

Cass frowned, she figured something out… but it hadn’t been good. She briefly wondered if she’d caused more trouble by bringing it up. Hopefully, it would make sense when-

Light flooded the sky, lightning cracking, and moments later a symbol arose, shining against the clouds and illuminating the area. Another clue. She swung off the roof, careening towards the source of their troubles.

Nightwing was leaving as she arrived, tearing through the city skyline. As it poured, she did her best, following in his tracks, though not quite able to catch up. He was angry, she could see it even from far away. She was at a disadvantage; he knew the territory – knew the destination, and she frustratedly sighed as he slipped into a building a few blocks ahead.

She leapt off a balcony – about to enter where Nightwing had, when a flicker of movement caught her eye a few windows away.

“NO!” She screamed – too late, glass shattered as a bullet ripped through the night, thudding as it found a mark. An enormous man barged through the broken windows. Cass scrambled to follow, scurrying across the ledges. She could hear voices arguing in the room – Nightwing and the man, the sounds of smashing, they got farther away as she got closer.

She burst into an empty hotel room, leaping over the woman’s dead body, and running past a destroyed wall to the end of a hallway.

“Do you like being alone, Dick?” The large man caught sight of her, throwing Nightwing against the wall as he charged. Cass readied herself, rolling under his legs as he passed.

“Batgirl?” Dick mumbled, running after the man. “Get out of here!” He shouted, leaping into a flying kick, and connecting with the man’s head.

“I’ll make sure you can’t save any of them.” He punched the man again. “I’ll make sure you relive over and over, your failure to save my mother.” The man elbowed Nightwing out of the way, diving for her again. She jumped this time, using his head as a springboard. He grabbed for her ankle, but she slipped out of his reach, pulling out batarangs and throwing them as she twisted in the air. Each hit their mark, sinking into both his shoulders.

The man didn’t seem bothered, simply turning to chase her again. “It’ll never stop.” Nightwing slide tackled his ankles, and the man fell, his hands grabbing at her feet. Cass danced closer to his head. “Every loved one, every stranger, I’ll kill-urk” She struck a nerve in his jaw, kicking it a second time for good measure as the man fell unconscious.

“Call the police?” She asked, reaching up to her comm, glancing towards Nightwing. She froze in place. He was running towards her – reaching, about to hit, no he was –

She dodged reflexively as he tried to swipe her comm. “We can’t.” He was shaking – tired, exhausted, pained, scared(?) – Cass recoiled, that wasn’t how Nightwing normally was. “Give it! We can’t call anyone! You need to run, he saw you!”

“I’m not scared.” She stated, standing her ground – she was strong, she wouldn’t be killed so easily.

“You should be!” He was – what did Barbara say? Upset… no - hysterical. Panic laced his voice. “He’s not kidding, he has people – he’ll kill people just for talking to me, I’m talking to you – if he hears us talking to-” Cass handed over the comm as he frantically grasped for it again. He threw it to the floor crushing it under his boot.

“We have to go… I-I… I don’t know what to do.” He paced back and forth, muttering to himself. “I-I can’t talk to people, I need to be alone… but he saw Batgirl, she’s not safe…” He stopped, looking directly at her. He swayed on the spot, she felt uneasy – he didn’t look well. “You’re coming with me.” He demanded, grabbing her hand, and she let him lead them out through the fire escape.

She didn’t understand, she had never seen him so… frightened. They didn’t need to run, Barbara would send the police – the man couldn’t hurt anyone, they’d won. “I don’t-”

“He has power.” His breathing was ragged and pained. She cringed, he needed help – not to run. “He won’t stay in jail… He has people everywhere – there’s cameras they see everything. He-he…” They dropped into an alley. “It won’t stop.” The hand in hers was trembling.

“I can-” He stopped in his tracks.

“NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” He bellowed, angrily snapping at her. “YOU’RE NOT SAFE – NO ONE’S SAFE UNTIL I’M GONE.”

Dick’s body was a wave of emotions, and she was being swept along with the current. “I’m strong! You’re being a coward!” She yelled back – but she already knew she wouldn’t change his mind.

“Maybe I am.” He deflated and began running again. “But everyone’s safer this way.”

She was at a loss for what to do, so she kept running. She couldn’t leave him alone; she couldn’t go back and explain to Barbara. She regretted letting him smash her comm. And so, she followed, and they weaved in and out of street after street, rain soaking through her costume, chilling her to the bone.

While they ran, Cass had formulated a new strategy – wait until Nightwing lowered his guard, then nerve strike him, and bring him back to Gotham. A struggle would be too risky – he was acting erratic, someone (him) might get hurt if she tried too soon. So, sitting atop a train, watching as hills rolled over the horizon trying her best to be patient.

The wind whipped in her face, the rumbling of the train drowning out all other noises. Nightwing paced beside her, obsessively turning from side to side, trying to keep all directions in his line of sight. He was getting too close to the edge.

His movement wasn’t correct – Dick’s gait was normally smooth, intentional. Now, he dragged his steps, the normal grace gone. He kept tripping over his own feet.

She couldn’t understand how one man could have such an effect; he was still shaking in anger and fear. They’d defeated the enemy, she’d won, right? Cass never really thought much about what comes after that – but Nightwing seemed convinced the battle wasn’t over.

Dick was staring over the edge of the car. Cass was moving before she realized what was happening. She grabbed a fistful of his costume as he leaned forward, pulling him back.

“Don’t.” She couldn’t tell if it was accidental or intentional – but she didn’t wait to see if he’d pull back on his own. Nobody would die tonight. Maybe she’d have to speed up her plan.

He remained silent and stepped away from the edge. They slowly fell back into their routine – Nightwing pacing as she kept a watchful eye. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she watched him make his careful pattern – now staying three feet from the edges.

Cass sighed. She was tired of running – she could protect herself; this was pointless. She wasn’t sure how long they’d wasted like this – the sun had been rising when they got on the train and now it was starting to set again. She was hungry, thirsty, and hadn’t slept in two days.

She kept waiting for Dick to crash, but he never even sat down. He couldn’t stay like this forever - she was pretty sure he was injured based off his movement, he had to rest soon.

“Sleep.” She demanded (as she had maybe an hour ago). He shook his head, going back to his pacing. Cass groaned, lying back to look at the sky, though keeping him in her field of vision. Stars were starting to peak out, though clouds were blocking some of them. She bit her lip; she was never good at helping people like this.

Her stomach growled loudly, and she looked at him pointedly. “We’ll get food when we get off.” He replied in a monotone voice.

She blinked sleep out of her eyes, digging her nails into the palms of her hands, and sitting back up. Nightwing could not be left unsupervised – that much was clear. And so, she resigned herself to watching pacing once more.

The sun was high in the sky when the train finally began rolling to a stop. She followed Nightwing as he leapt off the car and began running after him towards the tree line. He made it about ten paces before collapsing. Cass rushed forward, as he began pushing himself up.

She struck his jaw without warning, and he crumpled to the ground. Finally, she sighed in relief, things were easier this way. Crouching down, she hiked him into a fireman’s carry, and then looked around.

She was in the middle of nowhere. Cows grazed off to the right, and there was an open field to her left. Straight ahead, the land eventually reached a forest. A small train station sat maybe a mile away.

It would take a day to get back to Blüdhaven, but she was hungry and tired, and had no idea where she was. The train still rolled along behind her. So, she decided to walk alongside it – towards the lonely little station, away from home.

Nightwing was heavy. She was strong, but he was… heavy. And she was tired.

Every step was painful, it wasn’t long before she was drenched in sweat. She could see the station in the distance, slowly getting closer. She could make it… She could push through this – she’d pushed through worse.

She focused on her breath, staring at the ground as she took step after step.

“Lose some weight.” She muttered to the side of Dick’s head. She cursed herself for not packing more water and snacks – she’d run out while tracking him yesterday.

She refused to stop, pushing past the pain of burning muscles, her suit unbearably hot in the afternoon sun. Gritting her teeth, she powered on.

She wanted to scream with furry, at the man who’d hurt her brother – who’d left him so worn out and totally beaten despite losing the fight. She wanted to scream because she didn’t understand – why was this happening to them? They were strong – their family was strong – they shouldn’t have to live like this. Cassandra Cain did not run from fights, neither did Dick Grayson, and yet here they were.

She grunted, shifting Dick’s weight on her shoulders. Cass didn’t like thinking about these things. She liked when things were easy – when she beat the bad guy, and things were over. Though, with every mission, she was starting to realize things weren’t always that simple…

She thought of the man she’d rescued, who’d died on a train like the one beside her, because he’d wanted to say goodbye to his mom. Of the girl who’d she’d rescued from her father, yet she’d condemned to a different kind of hell living with her mother. Of the boy who wanted his father to come home safely, despite the man being a ruthless killer.

And finally of the man who’d defeated Nightwing, his words dealing more damage than his massive fists.

This world was so confusing – sometimes she missed the days before the words clouded her mind, muddling her in the mists of gray that transformed what she’d seen before in black and white. Was she better for living in that gray? For knowing it was there? Sometimes, it was hard to tell.

She stumbled on uneven ground and soon she was falling, Dick sliding off her shoulders. She hit the ground face first and tasted blood. She let out the pent-up yell, frustratedly pounding the ground. This sucked. Everything sucked. Why couldn’t things just be easy for them?!

Dragging herself to her feet, she ignored the pain wracking her exhausted body as she lifted the broken vigilante once more. She took slower steps, but certain ones, and inched closer and closer towards somewhere she hoped would be better.

#bad things happen bingo #batfam #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #tw: suicde #tw: ambiguous suicidal intent #tw: Blockbuster arc #batfamily #batgirl #nightwing #my writing

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bettabluetown · 3 years

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~A Memory Away~

(same warnings as before: gore and suicidal thoughts)

Ch.2

Smoke swirled in the air; filling old lungs and staining crooked teeth. Hooves beat the ground, smashing the snow under rusted horseshoes. The sound of soft trotting slowly coming to a stop.

The cabin was in view, a scattered blood trail leading from the trees, the ground, and eventually the front door. A body slumped in front of it. Worn boots smacked the ground, crushing the exposed earth. A low grumble slipping through the air.

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Focus. Breathe. The world was unsteady. A red film distorted the bright winter scenery, glazing over their ruptured eye. Fast, sharp inhales echoed into the trees; frigid air ripped through exhausted lungs, stirring up that cold burning sensation deep within. The snow cuddled their dirty clothes and uncovered limbs. It coated exposed bone and irritated, infected flesh.

They never made it inside the cabin. No, in fact they laid face down on cold dirt, blinking stupidly at the spinning ground. It was a chore to breathe, so difficult to move, to think. Death should have reaped its reward yet, there they laid, paralyzed by pain--their body almost devoid of function.

Frozen tears lit their face on fire, melting from hot panicked breathes. They were gasping and wheezing, their chest felt tighter; mind bordering the line of unconsciousness.

Final remnants of warmth faded from their system. Everything started to shutdown. They needed to move, to force the blood flow.

With all the energy left in their body, they painfully rolled themselves over, Their back kicking up a dusting of snow. The woods still spun, but it was clearer...a beautiful sight to see. They knew they weren't going to make it, the journey was pointless, who were they kidding?

Whomever sent them there was probably just playing tricks. Time was hard to track but, they were sure that enough of it had past to lose hope.

Through shivering lips and chattering teeth, they released one normal sigh of air--eyes slowly coming to a close. Although, It didn't last long.

The trees had begun to whisper, carrying the thunderous claps of heavy hooves. Maybe death finally arrived, galloping in on its mysterious, night colored steed.

Their imagination ran wild, the hallucinations took hold of them. With most mental function gone, they chuckled in their delirium. Nervous tears escaped barely opened eyes; panicked squirming erupted through their body as the figure drew near. They couldn't decide, their brain and heart in a constant battle--to welcome death or to escape it; their quarreling muscles' favorite topic of discussion.

Boots smacked the ground, an amused grunt breaking the eerie silence. Smoke curled into their view, nicotine clouds whirling into their dizzy stupor. It elicited a cough to escape them, blood spitting up and splattering across their face. It was a cigar that burned their nose. Threatened their breathing.

The stranger walked in lazy strides, a metal object dragged carefully along the ground, snapping at their heels. A cocky guffaw hit the wind, that familiar voice reached their ears. It grew closer as the stranger knelt down into the icy dirt, a crooked grin waltzing its way towards their line of sight.

The shredded brim of an old hat blocked out the sun, the words finally registered.

"Well look at what the Lycan dragged in.." instead of eyes, black shades appeared. The black lenses danced with the smoke, furling into an inky mess. "You know, when I said to come here...I meant for you to go inside." He laughed. "I can't even wrap my head around how you're still breathing, pipsqueak." They sputtered, trying to decide what to say. Ask for help? Push him away? They both weren't great options. It all ended the same way. Horrible.

A low chuckle erupted from his lips, he stood to full height again, stepping over them and disappearing into the cabin. There were muffled sounds of clattering objects being thrown around and searched through; a few annoyed shouts rang out.

While the man continued doing whatever the hell he was doing, curious hooves stopped just near their head, a horse staring down and blowing it's warm breath in their face.

"Ah see! If they had held out for a little bit longer, pipsqueak here would've found the med kit." He was talking to the horse. Stepping over their limp body once again and tossed the kit into a bag that hung off the saddle. He turned sharply on his heel, crouching down once again and roughly placing his gloved hand under their back.

At first they thought maybe he was confident in the strength of one arm, but it turned out the man was missing his right arm. Forced, by whatever took the other limb away, to use only his left for everything. They could barely make it out, or anything else for that matter. So out of it and lost in panicked thoughts, they could only take note of the man's tall build, his ash tinted horse, and the comically large hammer that seemed to float.

He tossed their body around like a potato sack, doing it all with ease. They were thrown on the front of the saddle, their body slumped, his huge form taking a seat right behind them to hold them still.

With one final drag of the cigar he tossed it to the forest floor, his gloved hand trailing up and taking hold of the reins.

"Don't go dying on me pipsqueak, don't think I'll be able to live with myself." He chortled, mocking the situation they had found themselves in, and although they wanted to argue, all they could muster was a delirious groan.

(read the tags if you're interested in my rambling :3)

#karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg #reader #re village #resident evil #re8 #I didn't want this to be short but I cut it short for time reasons #the next part will be out soon or later #also yes in my au Karl is missing his arm #but this is because the story takes place after re8 #like way after #it's an au after all

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skullrock · 4 years

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the party - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

prompt: “For your song prompts can you do one based on Sister and Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge and whoever you think those songs would work best with”

word count: 3.3k

warnings: swearing, dancing, cute and cocky and sweet Steve, smut, fluff

a/n: this fic is rly long but it is wholesome and I hope you enjoy!

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The party was in full swing.

Parties weren’t really your thing, but your best friend, Anna, had insisted that you come to Lisa Hopkins’ on Friday night. You’d been to a few parties before, but tended to skip them, enjoying a quiet weekend alone. But the promise of drinking and dancing and kissing after midterms was a little too tempting.

It was fall now, the weather just beginning to cool. You decided to wear one of those velvet bodycon dresses, as uncomfortable as it was. You were excited at the prospect of meeting someone, despite the fact it would mainly be classmates.

You’re drinking from a plastic cup, some concoction of soda and juice and alcohol. It tastes like shit, but it gets the job done. You dance lazily in the corner, talking to some friends. You mainly just survey the room. Your eyes land on a tall, toned boy with long brown hair and dark irises.

Steve Harrington.

He had been checking you out for a while, both at school and this party. He knew you were quiet and shy, not talking to too many people outside of your group. He was a bit surprised to see you out, but even more surprised to see you in that tight dress. His jaw clenches as he watches you sway. He crosses his arms and leans back, eyes narrowing on you. When you look up at him, he smiles, and you blush and look away. He’s crushing, and hard, blushing along with you.

“What was that?” Anna asks beside you, nudging your side with her elbow.

“Nothing,” you laugh, consciously avoiding his gaze. “I mean - I don’t know.”

“Dude,” she says, grabbing your arm. “He’s blushing. You got the King to blush.”

“Ugh, please don’t call him that,” you beg. “It’s weird.”

Steve pushes off the wall and goes into another room to get another drink. If he’s ever going to get the courage to talk to you, he has to drink a good bit. As a new friend approaches your corner, Anna slips away, following him to the kitchen.

“Hi,” she says to him, reaching around him to grab a beer. He turns and looks at her.

“Hi?” he says.

“I’ll cut to the chase,” Anna says, leaning against the counter. “I saw you looking at Y/N. What’s the deal?”

He freezes, cheeks flaming red again, but he tries to seem non-chalant. “Well, you know. She’s pretty cute.”

“Yeah,” Anna replies bluntly. “So, either you go tell her what you think, or I will.”

He turns to look at her, glaring, and she smiles at him innocently. He should have shut up. Anna shrugs and walks away, back to the corner where you are. You furrow your brows at her as she walks up. Your eyes flicker behind her, where Steve is coming from the same direction, looking bothered. Your mouth drops and you whack her arm.

“You did not just talk to him,” you hiss, and she only smiles in response.

The staring game lasts a while longer, getting the both of you more and more excited. You watch as Steve talks to his friends, running his hand through his hair, watching his lips turn up into a grin as someone makes a joke. He’s watching you from the corner of his eyes, keeping tabs on where you are and where you go. Suddenly, a boy approaches you, asking you to dance. You figure why not? and make your way to where everyone else is dancing. Steve watches with a clenched jaw as your skin presses against the boy’s, how you throw your head back when you laugh, how you start to grind on the boy, a flushed look on your face. As you dance up on the stranger, you make intense eye contact with Steve. His hand clenches around his drink and his face flushes, watching your hips work. It feels downright sinful, and you suddenly realize how fucking hot it is in there.

“I’m going to get some air,” you tell the boy, and head off for the back porch. You secretly hope Steve follows you.

Sure enough, a few moments after you go outside, Steve follows. You hear the door creak open and turn quickly to look, feeling your stomach flip as your eyes meet his. You quickly look away.

“Hey,” he says, coming to stand beside you as you lean against the railing.

“Hi,” you whisper meekly, and he laughs lightly.

You both stay quiet for a while. Your heart is in your throat, hammering away, and you’re hot even out here in the cold.

Finally, he speaks.

“It’s funny,” he starts, laughing a bit. “I, um… I never would have guessed you could dance like that.”

You laugh in response, breaking some of the tension, but you can’t bring yourself to look over at him. “I guess I can be surprising.”

“Yeah,” he responds. “I always knew you as the quiet girl. I never woulda guessed you could dance like that… or wear something like that.”

You blush deeply and mentally kick yourself. “There’s a lot to me you don’t know, Steve Harrington,” you say lowly.

“And there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he says casually.

“Like?”

He is quiet for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. “Like how for the past few weeks, you’re the only girl I can think about.”

You laugh loudly, head thrown back, and he looks at you in surprise.

“Do you tell that to every girl?” you ask, finally looking over at him, but you’re met with a grave seriousness that you weren’t expecting.

“Well… yeah, I guess I do. But I do mean it,” he quips, a small smile forming. “I think I’ve… uh….” He runs a hand through his hair, then tilts his head and gives you a signature lopsided grin. “Got a bit of a crush.”

You feel like you can’t breathe. “Are you joking?”

“No.”

You bite your lip and look away. You stay quiet for a while more as you mull over your thoughts. You did want a break from all the bullshit of the past few weeks, and maybe that break could be Steve. Would a single night of fun really hurt? Maybe. It would cause a reputation, sleeping with Steve, but it would also cause him a reputation, sleeping with the quiet girl. His bets are on you, it seems, however. But it’s probably purely carnal. But is that a bad thing?

All Steve knows is that he wants that dress off of you as soon as possible. It’s all his boy brain can muster right now, watching you stare out into the backyard, taking in your curves.

You swallow hard and decide fuck it.

You reach your hand out and brush it beside his, making his breath hitch. You both finally make eye contact, and it’s enough to take you out and make your knees weak.

“I think I’ve got a crush too,” you whisper, inches from his face, and then you both finally connect.

It’s an awkward kiss at first, feeling each other out. But you both quickly get handsy, running your hands over each other, your fingers going for the buttons on his shirt. He laughs and pulls your hands away, but they come back up, and who is he to say no to that? Steve snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. As you grip his shirt and ghost your tongue over his bottom lip, something snaps in him. He brings a hand up to grip your hair and moves his lips down your jaw and onto your neck, making you sigh heavily.

“God,” he breathes. His lips come up and rest on your ear. “I want to tear you apart.”

Your brows furrow comically fast, and you still for a moment, a bit taken aback. But then you realize that’s exactly what you want. You want that rough type of sex, the kind you’d never had before, and the kind that you figure only Steve can give you.

You pull away and take a deep breath. “Take me home?”

He nods and digs through his pockets for his keys. You reach out and grab his arm. “Are you good to drive?”

“Yeah,” he says, looking at you with knitted brows. “Do you live close?”

“Like two streets over,” you say, licking your lips, looking at the chest exposed from the buttons you’d loosened.

“Oh. Well yeah, yeah, I can drive there.” He smiles at you, cockily, making you equally hate him and love him. “Look at you, caring about me.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and he reaches around to pinch your ass before sweeping you away towards his car.

Anna watches you with wide eyes and a large smile, mocking a dramatic clap, and you roll your eyes and wave to her.

As you climb into Steve’s car, the apprehension comes back, biting both of you. Steve’s worried he’s moving too fast for you, or being too forward, and you’re worried about the same. You weren’t a virgin, but you didn’t do casual hookups. You worried you were in over your head. You check the clock on his dashboard – it’s already 2 am. Maybe you should just go to bed and sleep the tipsiness off.

You quietly give him directions, and he follows them hesitantly. As you pull into your driveway, he sits, unsure. You look over at him, and he looks back. Looking at him, his kind eyes, his boyish and pretty features, you are reminded of why you wanted him to take you home in the first place. You lean forward and catch his lips in yours again, relaxing him, and he cups your jaw in his hand.

You grab his hand and lead it down to your breasts, slowly, and he sighs in response, cupping one and massaging it.

“Such a bad girl,” he breathes, and the butterflies go from your stomach to in between your thighs. It’s a bit funny, hearing him say that about you, but you can’t find the time to care.

“No, I’m not,” you respond quietly. You smile. “I just wanted you to come tuck me in.”

He rolls his eyes and smiles back, catching your lips again, hands wandering. You start to giggle after a few seconds of this, asking, “Are you going to tuck me in or not?”

Steve gets out of the car in lightning speed, running over to open your door. You shake your head – why is he being a gentleman right now? – but take the hand he offers as you climb out. You stumble slightly and he catches you, kissing you again. You have to practically pull him towards your front door.

“You have to be quiet,” you say as you go to unlock it. “My parents are home.”

“A shame,” he whispers, pressing into your back. You can feel his erection against your ass and you sigh, pressing into it. “I wanted to hear you scream tonight.”

“While you tuck me in?”

You can’t see it, but he rolls his eyes.

After successfully sneaking your way into your room, you decide to give him a bit of a show while you were feeling confident. You push him away slightly and start to pull your sleeves down, and he watches with an open mouth. You shimmy out slowly, left in panties and your heels – no bra, as it wouldn’t look good under the dress. A wave of desire runs through Steve as he looks at you; he had never been with a girl that didn’t wear a bra. It would not have been a big deal to anyone except him.

You take your shoes off successfully and stand up straight, looking at him expectantly. He breathes out and whispers, “You are so beautiful.”

You notice your anxiety making you shake a bit and try to just focus on his smooth face and pink lips. “Tuck me in?”

He walks you backwards until you’re at your bed. He pulls the covers back and you lay down, goosebumps covering your skin. As he leans down (with a smile) to tuck the sheets around you, you pull him towards you, lips colliding, and he climbs on top of you breathlessly.

Your hands fly everywhere again. Your fingers run through his hair, gaining a moan from him, and you tug it lightly, making his hips buck. You smile at your discovery but continue your hands down. You tug his shirt and he parts briefly to take it off and chuck it. Your hands run down his toned chest, across his biceps, down to his jeans, and he bucks his hips again. He parts from your lips and kisses down your neck, sucking bruises into the skin, and you moan lightly.

“Are you sure?” he asks, coming up to meet your gaze. His hand cups your cheek and you see a tenderness in his brown eyes, one that you hadn’t seen with other partners. You trust him.

“I’m positive,” you pant. Your eyes glisten as they take in every feature. “Do whatever you’d like.”

He stills. “Are you sure? I mean – I don’t – I don’t want to hurt you, or anything –“

“Steve,” you whisper, cupping his cheek. “Shut up and tear me apart.”

He needs to further convincing. He is soon as naked as you, left only in his boxers, and he kisses down your chest and to your stomach. Your eyes flutter closed and you grip his hand, lacing your fingers through his. It’s a simple gesture, but one he had never experienced in bed before. He squeezes back and uses his free hand to rub your clit. You let out a strangled moan, careful to be quiet, and he dips into your folds to pump a finger in and out. After a few moments, he adds a second finger. His movements are gentle, and while you appreciate his tenderness, you want more. You whine and he seems to get the hint, picking up his pace, making your hips thrust and a hand flies up to your mouth. He reaches his thumb up to brush against your clit, and even though its awkward as his hand pumps in and out of you, you relish in the feeling.

You reach down and try to take his boxers off, but Steve pins your free hand to the bed. He unlaces his fingers from yours and reaches down, ridding them himself, and you can’t believe how good he looks. Well, you canbelieve it, as its all his exes would talk about, but you weren’t really expecting them to be truthful. You wrap a hand around his dick and pump as he moans sinfully, hands going back to work at your cunt, mouth wrapping around a nipple and biting and sucking harshly.

You press your mouth into his hair, moaning out his name, and he smiles around your breast, releasing it and going to the other one. The hand not pumping him runs through his hair and you tug, releasing another loud moan from him. He pulls away from you and you stare as his eyes squeeze shut, mouth open in an “o”. You continue to jerk him off and tug on his hair, and he swears he died and went to heaven, thrusting his hips into your hand and groaning, trying not to make too much noise. Eventually he pulls your hand away from his cock and he pulls you down to him.

“Condoms?” he asks. “I have one in my –“

You beat him to the punch, pointing at your nightstand, and he quickly gets one out and puts it on. He laces his hands in yours, pinned up by your head, and lines up with you. You feel like you can’t breathe, or maybe you literally can’t, and you pant up at him. His face his framed beautifully by his hair, and he looks like an angel.

“Are you sure?” he asks again.

“Positive,” you repeat, and he fills you in one thrust.

Steve starts slow but quickly picks up, eventually slamming into you so hard that your headboard slams against the wall. You wish you had the power to tell him to slow down, but you don’t. It feels way too good, to the point that you don’t give a damn if your parents question you in the morning. The feeling of him pulling completely out before plunging back in, his lips on your neck, pinning your hands down: it was all too much to handle. You bury your head in his hair again and he lifts his head to kiss you, drowning both of your moans out. You free a hand and pull on his hair and he whines sinfully, fucking into you even harder, spurred on by your touch.

His hands run down your body and he grips your thighs harshly, steadying himself. He makes a conscious effort to not cum too quickly at the feeling of you, the sounds you’re making, how slick and hot you are, the sheen of sweat and your hair fanned out around you making you look like someone out of his Playboy magazines. Steve finally reaches down and rubs your clit, and your vision goes black, head thrown back, and his lips clash against yours just in time to silence a loud moan.

“I’m going to cum,” you say against his lips, and he grins.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he pants, fucking you quicker and harder than before, making you wander fleetingly how it’s even possible. “Cum all over my cock, sweetheart. You can do it, come on, let go.”

You cry out and his face buries itself into your neck, biting down as he has his release at the same time you do. You see stars, eyes clenched shut tightly, legs wrapping around his hips. His pace stammers for a moment before slowing down and stopping, panting into you. He rests on your chest and you play lazily with his hair, trying to catch your breath. He’s sticky and wet, but you can’t care, just enjoying how your hearts beat together, coming down from their highs.

Eventually Steve pulls out and disposes the condom in your bedside trashcan, laying down beside you after. His hand reaches for yours and your fingers interlace again – a silent gesture of trust.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly, and you nod.

“My legs can’t stop shaking, but I’m great,” you say. “Are you?”

“I’m amazing,” he says, squeezing your hand, and you laugh.

You roll over to face him. “Do you still have a crush on me?”

He rolls over and faces you, too, eyes serious. “I do. And I can’t wait to see you on Monday.”

You bring his hand up to your chest, resting it above your heart. “I can’t wait, either.”

Steve pulls you back in and kisses you, gingerly this time, soft and slow and sweetly. His gentleness is dizzying.

After laying in silence for a few minutes, just staring at each other, you start to nod off, and Steve decides it’s time to go. He quietly gets up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He dresses himself again and your eyes flicker open just as he is about to go.

“Steve,” you whisper, reaching your hand out. He comes and takes it, smiling down at you.

“I wish you could stay,” you mumble.

He nods, his content smile turning sad as his eyes turn downward. “I wish so too.”

“My parents –‘

“I know,” he responds. He gives your hand a kiss and releases it. “I’ll see you Monday.”

You smile dreamily. He walks towards the door again, wishing he didn’t have to go, leaving you in all your beaming glory behind. He shakes himself out of it and exits, quietly shutting the door on his way out.

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