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jamiedryssnail · 3 months

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Safe now

Love of my Life Au

Warnings : fighting, swearing, underage drinking, and attempted SA

He was 6,1 and on the hockey team guys knew to keep clear of him and his girl. Obviously he is the biggest sweetheart but if you didn’t know this well then good luck because he can be intimidating when he wants to.

He always has a need to hold her, go to the bathroom with her, get her drinks so they don’t get spiked. He is protective but he knows he needs to be because you don’t know what types you get at big parties like this.

He also knows that all the hockey boys will look out for each others girls. Madi especially I mean she is practically hockey royalty and they are all like her older brothers. There is also the factor that her brothers would kill you if anything happened to her. Now if you think Rutger looks intimidating try her three NHL player brothers Quinn, Jack, and Luke.

Mads was not drinking at all just Coke Zero for her. She is a very serious athlete and her mum Ellen always said athletes don’t drink in the season. This came as more of a suggestion to her brothers ( jack ) but she took it to heart. Always wanting to perform her best and not take any chances of being sick, dehydrated, or tired.

Hence why Rut thought it was fine for her to go to the bathroom by herself. She hadn’t been drinking and the bathroom was in view from we’re they were standing, talking to Mark and Ethan. “Just meet me right back here as soon as you are done” he noted as he was very cautious of his girl. “It’s one of the biggest parties of the year who knows who is here mads, ok” he says making his point clear.

If it was any other party he would have been fine and more at ease. But Michigan had just won the rose bowl so it was hectic and everyone was there drunk off their asses. He had heard of many cases at parties like this of girls getting spiked or assaulted by guys. “Ok baby I’ll be quick, then maybe we could head home yeah” she said in a suggestive tone. Mads wondered off into the crowd seeing the huge line for the bathroom. There had to be at least twelve people ahead of her.

As she waited in the line she saw Dylan duke her long time best friend. “Dyl, we’re have you been all night” she asked knowing just why he had been preoccupied. “Oh shut up she is pretty ok and she thinks I’m hot” “Sure, Dylan” she joked.

As they chit chatted she gave rut a little wave before he looked away smiling re entering the conversation he was having.

“Oh my god what are these people doing in the bathroom” She exclaimed obviously busting to pee. “Mads don’t wait in this queue just go upstairs, it’s what I’ve been using”. Dylan says directing her

Unsure Madi made her way upstairs passing a few couples that couldn’t seem to wait til they got home to get with each other. As she made her way to the top she looked in a few rooms for a free bathroom. Accidentally walking in on a few couples getting at it she got a few ‘what the hell’s’ and ‘do you minds’. She finally found a free one and quickly used it.

Quickly using it and then touching up her makeup for the night ahead with rut she opened the door ready to go downstairs. As she started walking out she saw a guy she had never seen before looking directly at her. “Hey Mads right?” He asked “It’s Madison.” She said sternly trying to get out of there as soon as possible. She so did not feel like having a conversation with a gross stranger who obviously just wanted to get in her pants. Mads tried to exit but he grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear “ I don’t really care what your name is or how you say it you have a decent rack so you better shut the fuck up” Madi then trying to scream and kick her way out causing some kind of attention.

The guy put her hand over her mouth and dragged her back into the bathroom locking the door. She tried to fight back but he wasn’t budging instead hitting her in the face making her drowsy. She kept trying to push him away but he was a big dude and was to strong.

As she felt the blood start drip down from the top of her face she couldn’t help but cry.

Rutgers Pov,

“Hey has anyone seen Mads”

He had been asking everyone at the party for the last ten minutes.

“Rut hey dude mads just went to the toilet upstairs”

“Alone are you fucking with me” he said fuming at Dylan for even thinking that was ok. Rutger knows what guys are like and he was ready to beat the shit out of anyone.

Rutger rushed upstairs and searched everywhere to find one bathroom door locked. He banged on it then to hear Madi’s soft pleas to stop and get off her.

“Open up you asshole” Rutger screamed he swore the whole party had heard him but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hold mads. Luckily the guy had only just locked the door so nothing major had happened.

Finally the guy opened up the door expecting some guy who drank to much beer and needed the restroom. Before he knew it there was a guy jumping on him punching him repeatedly until he had blood all over his face. “Fucking touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you” he yelled like someone had died. Luca and Dylan seeing this run to pull Rut off the guy, then something catches ruts eyes. Madi standing frail and scared a few feet away. He goes to hold her and then sees blood. She has a cut on her upper eyebrow.

“You son of a bitch you laid hands on my girl” Rutger yells knowing he can’t do anything because he has to hold mads. “Oh fuck off as if you’d be dating her if she wasn’t a Hughes and didn’t have a rack”. Then the guy spoke up again “she’s a slut you know what have ur hooker looking girlfriend”. At this point Rutger was beyond pissed he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Fucking say it again I dare you” “As if you’d be dating her if she wasn’t a Hughes and didn’t have a rack she’s a good hit admit it” Rutger then decided to leave it until he heard a “Yea go have my sloppy seconds I got to her first tonight” and with that the guy was almost passed out on the floor from another hit. Luca lunges to towards him telling him to leave before they call the cops.

“Oh my girl you poor thing come here” rut says to mads. “I’m sorry for not being there I’m horrible” he whispers. “No Rut you were there don’t blame yourself for others actions, please baby”. Madi said

Rutger and Mads slowly walk down stairs trying to exit the house and get back to someone’s dorm. He did not let go of her at all after that. Finally finding the front yard Rutger picks her up and puts her in his car. “Oh sweet girl I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again”.

When they get to Madi’s dorm Rutger grabs the first aid kit Madi uses to clean him up after he gets into fights at games. He carefully dabs a cotton bud and some disinfectant oil for her cut. He then fixes himself up knowing his girl is to tired to do it for him like usual.

Rutger helps madi out of her little dress and into one of her (his) shirts and his boxers. He can’t help at smile at his beautiful girl almost drowning in his clothes.

After they both get into comfy clothes they find themselves cuddled up in bundles of blankets and pillows holding each other. Rutger is just happy she is safe now, and when I tell you he will never let her go again i mean never. He is walking her to and from every class, holding her tightly at parties, and taking her to her training. Anyway let’s just say Rut is content but also not looking forward to her brothers finding out especially jack.

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Hi! Would it be possible to see the party or the older group see Steve’s father first hand? Like realizing that Steve’s been abused and learning how much shit he goes through on the daily with them and then his family?

This one was so difficult emotionally. I leaned real heavy into the emotional and verbal abuse (the use of a slur does happen), briefly mentioned some past physical abuse, but then the rest was just some supportive Eddie, supportive Robin, supportive kids, and I threw in some supportive Wayne because I can't resist. I hope the soft supportive stuff makes up for what I put Steve through at the beginning! - Mickala ❤️

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It was supposed to be the first movie night with all of them together post-Vecna, post-Eddie and Max getting out of the hospital, post-almost losing everything.

It was supposed to be relaxing and fun.

It was not.

Just when they all settled with their snacks and drinks, the movie’s opening credits rolling, a car pulled into the driveway.

Steve did a quick headcount of everyone present, wondering if somehow someone was running late.

But everyone was here.

“Why is every light in the house on?” He heard his dad’s voice ask outside the front door.

Shit.

Everyone looked at Steve, eyes wide, but frozen in place, no idea what to do.

Well, he didn’t know what to do either.

Last time he saw his dad was his high school graduation, and that hadn’t ended well. They’d only spoken on the phone twice since then: once when he told him about the mall fire and once about the pool cleaner going out of business.

Before he could think of what to do or say, his dad was walking into the living room.

That was the same scowl Steve got when he didn’t get into college.

Oh boy.

“Steven. Care to explain why I have a house full of children and teenagers?”

He didn’t know what came over him; Maybe it was just a false bravado put on because he knew his dad wouldn’t do anything to him in front of all these people or maybe he just had a thoughtless reaction.

“They’re all teenagers actually. We’re having movie night.”

His dad’s face went nearly purple with rage.

Not just anger. Pure, unfiltered, and completely undeserved rage.

Eddie spoke up first, thankfully distracting the kids from the explosion that was probably about to occur.

“It’s been so nice of Steve to open up his home to kids who needed a place to go to stay out of trouble. After the quake, it’s been difficult, you know?”

How he managed to say any of that with a straight face, Steve didn’t know.

But he was grateful.

His dad looked around at the mix of kids.

To an outsider, their group definitely didn’t make sense.

To his dad, he’d see a bunch of kids he didn’t know suddenly aware of where all of his valuables in his house were.

“And you are?”

Richard Harrington’s scowl had lessened slightly, but disgust started taking over as he looked at Eddie.

“Oh! I’m Eddie Munson. Yes, related to that Munson, but only by blood.”

Eddie was confident, calm, not backing down even a little as Richard’s eyes squinted at him, judgment clear as day on his face.

“Steven, I need to speak with you alone.”

His dad didn’t give him a chance to respond before he was walking out of the room towards the kitchen.

Everyone was looking at Steve, he could feel their looks burning the back of his and side of his face. Eddie and Robin were closest to him, so he could see out of the corner of his eyes their panic at the situation.

Steve got up and walked to the kitchen, no one trying to stop him because no one knew what his father was capable of.

He never let them know what his father was capable of.

When he got to the kitchen, his father was sipping a glass of water, his stance more relaxed but still too stiff to be considered casual.

“Where’s mom?” Steve asked hesitantly, quietly, the way he’d been taught from a young age to approach his dad.

“She’s with friends in Jamaica. We’ll be meeting up in New York in two days. Care to explain what the hell is going on?”

Steve gulped.

He wasn’t yelling yet, but he wasn’t whispering either. He knew the group of kids in the other room would be listening to every single movement and breath in here, ready to burst in if needed.

“It’s like Eddie said, they just need somewhere to hang out and I have plenty of space-“

“You? You have plenty of space? Since when do you pay the bills here? Since when is the mortgage in your name?”

His dad was good at the false calm, the even tone, the emotionless face.

Until he wasn’t.

“Sorry. I’ll take them home.”

Steve bit his lip. It’s been a while since he had to deal with his father like this, and the tears he normally could hold back until he was in his room were threatening to fall already.

“You drive them around, too? Do you feed them? Take them to appointments? What don’t you do for them? And that Eddie guy, you know his dad’s been in prison for six years for drug trafficking and grand theft auto? You want someone like that in my house?” His dad set his water down on the counter next to him. “That girl. Is she your girlfriend? Who are her parents? I don’t think I’ve seen her before. You know what we’ve told you about setting the right future with the right woman. If we don’t know her parents, then she can’t be the right one.”

Steve could do this. He could just let his dad get it all out and then get everyone to leave and hide in his room.

Maybe it wouldn’t even be a problem tomorrow, forgotten like he always was.

“Are you going to answer me or am I supposed to read your mind?”

Steve cleared his throat, hoping his voice would come out strong and confident.

“I’m their babysitter, so I take care of them when they need it and sometimes that means driving them places. Robin isn’t my girlfriend, she’s just a friend.”

He couldn’t talk about Eddie, and he hoped his dad didn’t push it.

But his dad always pushed it.

“Eddie Munson is not to come into this house again. I’m calling to get the locks changed tomorrow and contacting the neighbors to tell them to call my secretary if they see his van.”

“Dad, wait-“

“Are you arguing with me?”

His face had gone red, and Steve knew he was only reigning it in because of the people in the living room.

He knew when they left, he’d wish he left too.

“No, sir. Sorry.”

“It doesn’t really sound like you mean it. You know, I was hoping that you would have reapplied to colleges for next year by now. I thought surely having a job and focusing on your future would set you on the right path. That maybe you and Nancy Wheeler would work it out by the time she graduated. Clearly, I should’ve been requiring updates more often. Adulthood isn’t about babysitting, Steven. And it’s certainly not about entertaining friends unless you plan on making a business deal.”

Steve was used to the spiel.

This job is temporary. You have to go to college. You will work for me. You will make our name proud. Blah, blah, blah.

But that’s never been what he wants. He knows his dad knows that, probably gave up hope when he was in high school anyway, but wouldn’t let it go. The opportunity to degrade him would always be the most important thing.

“It’s been a really busy month.”

“Oh has it? Please explain how you’ve had a busy month.”

He crossed his arms and waited for Steve to start talking.

Steve knew he’d already lost.

He’d never won before, so it shouldn’t be as disappointing as it is.

“Just with the quake and everything.”

“The house is fine. This whole neighborhood is fine. There’s plenty of places still open for work. I’m not sure why you think that’s an excuse.”

“I was dealing with some injuries and helping a few of the people out there with theirs.”

“So you got paid for being a nurse?”

“No. I didn’t get paid, I just helped.”

Steve was met with silence. Silence was almost worse than yelling.

“And you expect me to take you seriously as someone who is jobless, not going to college, and is helping people for free?”

Steve didn’t know what to say. If he said yes, his father would do that laugh that he did when he couldn’t believe how stupid Steve was and then yell and who knows what else. If he said no, he would go straight to yelling about how Steve can’t be taken seriously if he doesn’t even take himself seriously.

He heard some movement in the other room, whispering, then the front door opening.

Good. If they were gone, Steve wouldn’t have to be embarrassed or ashamed of what his dad would say or do.

The front door closed and Steve’s shoulders dropped. He wasn’t relaxed, but he was settling into what he knew was coming in, preparing for the verbal beatdown followed by whatever physical blow his father thought was appropriate for him.

“Don’t even want to explain yourself? Not even try?” Richard let out a small huff. “You know, I told your mom that you must be working so much, and that’s why you never answered the phone when we called. I stuck up for you, even though a small part of my brain kept saying that I shouldn’t. You’ve never impressed me before, why would you start now?”

Steve looked down at the floor, knowing he would only get away with it for a few more seconds at this rate.

“And then I even started mentioning to my buddies that you must be putting in so much effort with college applications, giving them an honest go so you could follow your girlfriend wherever she goes. But that just wouldn’t happen, would it? Nancy will go to an Ivy League school, make a name for herself, impress the world. And what will you do, Steven? You can’t even impress me.”

“You know, I’m used to shitty parenting. I had a mom who thought drugs were more important than me and a dad who spent more time in a jail cell than with me. But you’re real special, Richard.”

Eddie walked into the kitchen, face red with an anger that looked like it could match Steve’s dad.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on. You haven’t spent more than a few hours with your kid since he was probably in diapers, and even the time you do spend with him is probably just you letting him know how disappointed you are that he isn’t the smartest person alive.”

“You have no right-”

“Oh, I do, though. See, Steve is the reason I’m even alive. And while you may think that’s not a gift, maybe you even think the world would be better off without me, a whole lot of people are glad I’m still around, including Steve. In fact, pretty sure most of the kids you saw in that living room before wouldn’t be alive without him. Robin sure wouldn’t be. You only put value in what Steve can do to make you look better and how much earning potential he has, and forget that his value comes from the fact that he cares so deeply about all of us and does whatever it takes for us to be safe and happy.”

“I don’t see how that is a benefit to me or to him in the long run, and I’d appreciate if you watch your-”

“It is truly amazing how Steve turned out the way he did when you so clearly couldn’t be bothered being a parent.” Eddie shook his head. “Actually, I take that back. It’s clearly in large part because you didn’t bother trying that he managed to turn out okay.”

“Eds,” Steve started, holding a hand out to him to try to get him to stop.

Richard was starting to get the purple color to his face that meant he would be completely losing it soon.

“No, Steve. Let him take it out on me. If he wants to be mad, he can be mad at me. I don’t give a shit what he thinks about me. I don’t give a shit what he says to me. I don’t give a shit if he wants to hit me. Go ahead and do it, Richard. Take out your anger about being a shitty human and having a shitty marriage and shitty job on me instead of Steve for once.”

Eddie moved in front of Steve, head held high like he was proud to be there.

Like he would always stand in front of Steve if he let him.

Steve didn’t want to let him, though. Not after all he did to keep him safe and alive.

Steve’s first ever concussion didn’t come from an accident, or an alternate dimension creature. It came from his dad hitting just a bit too hard, aiming just right over his ear. His ear didn’t stop ringing for days, and he had his first real migraine for more than 24 hours.

No one knew that and he wanted to keep it that way, but he needed Eddie to understand he couldn’t put himself in the line of fire here.

“Eddie, please.”

Then Richard laughed.

Steve hated his laugh.

“I see now. I can’t believe you’ve found a new way to let me down, but you did it. I’m almost impressed, Steven.”

Steve glanced between Eddie’s face and his dad’s.

Something had shifted and Steve didn’t know what.

“You know I didn’t believe the rumors about you being a fag, just thought you were weird and a nobody and people were spewing extra bullshit because they didn’t like you. Now I see they were right,” Richard practically spit the last words.

Steve could see Eddie shaking in front of him, but he didn’t back down. He didn’t run.

“And you went and fell in love with my idiot son. Steve, did he turn you into one too?”

“Steve, you don’t have to answer anything,” Eddie said without turning to him.

Steve’s brain was going about 100 miles per hour.

He knew Eddie liked men. They’d talked about it when he accidentally came out when he was high on morphine in the hospital. He even offered to drive him and Robin to a place in Indy where they might actually meet someone.

He turned it down then and they barely spoke about it since.

He watched as Eddie’s entire body tensed, like he expected Steve to hit him.

Then the other part registered. The part where his dad said Eddie fell in love with Steve.

Steve laughed.

Eddie flinched.

Steve stopped laughing.

“This is gold. You didn’t even know, did you Steven?”

For the first time, Eddie was looking down at the floor, his hair falling in front of him to hide his face.

Steve wasn’t having it, not now, not from his dad, not because of something like this. Even if it was true…well, if it was true, then Eddie didn’t deserve it coming out like this.

“You know what? You’ve spent my entire life telling me who I should be. You worked so hard to mold me into a person as miserable as you. You almost succeeded. Luckily, I met people who made me want to be better, who made me better. Eddie is one of those people. He says I saved him, but he saved me first. He only needed saving because he wanted me to live. You didn’t even bother to come home to make sure I was okay after the quake.”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic. You’re a grown man. We would have been called if you were in the hospital.”

“No you wouldn’t. You haven’t been my emergency contact in three years.”

His dad went pale at that.

“What do you mean? Who else?”

“Joyce Byers was, and then since last summer, it’s been Robin. They actually would come if I needed them.”

Eddie seemed to regain some of his composure, looking up at Richard with disdain.

“Kind of crazy how your son has so many people who love him for who he is and you can’t even be bothered to show up when he almost dies.” Eddie turned to Steve with a small, sad smile. “C’mon. Robin took the kids home in my van and I need a ride.”

“Steven, if you walk out the door, you better understand you won’t be welcome back here. Not with the disrespect you’ve shown me.”

“And the disrespect you’ve shown me? Eddie? My friends? What about that?”

Richard was silent, his teeth gritting together as he seethed to himself instead of out loud for once.

“Stevie, go grab some stuff from your room just in case, okay? I’ll wait here,” Eddie whispered.

“Eds, it’s fine. I won’t leave you alone with him,” Steve whispered back.

“I’m fine, Stevie. You can stay with me and Wayne tonight.”

Steve decided now wasn’t the time to talk, not while his father could hear.

He pulled Eddie along with him up the stairs, not giving him or his dad a chance to say anything else.

He grabbed the bag he kept under his bed for this kind of situation, already full of his savings, two sets of clothes, and important papers his dad probably didn’t even know he kept copies of: his birth certificate and social security card, the registration for the car showing it was in Steve’s own name, and the official copies of his trust fund documents.

He didn’t even know if Eddie had tried speaking to him again since coming in the room, he was too focused on getting out of there.

He thought about what he would do if his dad changed the locks before he could come back to get the rest of his stuff, which was likely.

He could find new clothes, he could replace his shampoo, but he glanced at his desk, where he kept pictures on a corkboard.

“Can you grab that board?”

Eddie looked over where Steve was staring and quickly grabbed it off the hooks on the wall.

“Thanks.”

“Anything you need.”

Steve tried not to think about it. He really did.

So he rushed back out of his room, down the stairs, and to the front door, Eddie close on his heels.

He got in his car, didn’t even stop to think about this being the last time he may be here.

Once Eddie closed the passenger door, he was backing out of the driveway and continuing out of the neighborhood.

They rode in silence for a couple miles, until Steve’s hands started shaking and Eddie told him to pull over.

“I’m gonna drive, okay? Robin’s probably waiting at mine already.”

Steve couldn’t argue, he knew he was too emotional to be behind the wheel. He may have only had a few more miles to go, but anything could happen if he wasn’t focused.

He zoned out on the rest of the drive. Eddie could have been trying to talk, but he didn’t hear it. The radio may have been on, but he didn’t hear it.

He didn’t even notice when they arrived at Eddie’s trailer until his door was opening and Robin was there, hands on his arms and rambling nervously.

“Oh my God, did he hurt you? I will go back there right now if you have so much as a hair out of place. He is such an asshole. Seriously, who does he think he is talking to you like that? Does he always say that kinda stuff? You need to get out of there. You can sleep in my attic or something, we’ll figure it out. I-”

“Robin, give him some air,” Eddie said softly, pulling her away from him and leaning down so he was face to face with Steve. “Stevie, do you wanna go inside? I’ll take Robin home and you can get settled.”

“Wait. He’s staying here tonight? Is he gonna live here now?” Robin was asking, pacing behind Eddie.

“He’s staying here tonight and maybe longer. We’ll talk about it all tomorrow. For now, he just needs to get inside and rest, okay?”

“Did he hurt him?”

“No, Robbie. He didn’t put his hands on him.”

“But he hurt him.”

Eddie sighed and nodded.

Steve looked at him, then at her, giving them both a small smile.

“I’m okay guys. I can drive Robin home. Maybe get a motel for the week.”

“Steve.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

Eddie put his hand on his knee, squeezing gently.

“You’re not fine. You can stay with me tonight and we can figure it out more tomorrow, okay?”

Steve knew he wasn’t going to win. They’d take his keys and carry him into Eddie’s trailer. They would make all the kids come over to make sure he wouldn’t leave.

He loved them for it.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Eddie said with relief. “Alright, Robbie. Get in the van, I’ve got a date with my couch tonight I just can’t miss.”

Robin rolled her eyes, but Steve was already zoning out again.

“Stevie? Wayne’s up, I see the light on. He can help you get settled.”

“He won’t be upset?”

Eddie’s face fell.

“No, swe-” Eddie cleared his throat. “He won’t be upset. He’ll be happy to have someone other than me to talk to.”

Steve nodded once, grabbed his bag from the floor by his feet, and got out of his car.

He could feel Robin and Eddie staring as he made his way into the trailer, heard their muttering, but not quite what they were muttering.

Being inside the trailer felt different, better. It felt like a home. Wayne had worked hard on making it cozy the moment the government had it brought here to replace their old one.

But Steve realized even without a lot of things, it still felt lived in.

He could feel how much love was in these walls, how safe he felt just standing in the living room.

“Eddie, that you?” Wayne called from the bathroom down the hall.

“No, sir, it’s Steve!”

“Steve!” Wayne came around the corner with a towel around his neck, shaving cream on his face. “Didn’t expect you. Thought it was movie night tonight.”

“Um. It was. I’m staying here tonight if that’s okay,” Steve said, looking down at the floor and kicking one foot against the carpet.

He could feel Wayne staring at him, but he didn’t think he had the strength to see him turn him away.

“Of course it’s okay. You’re welcome anytime, you know that.”

Steve nodded.

“You know where Eddie’s room is, go ahead and set your stuff in there. I’ll finish up and then grab you something to drink. Want a snack?”

“Oh. Um. No thank you. I’m pretty tired, so I think I might just go to bed.”

“You sure, kid?”

“Mhm. I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

Wayne was coming closer, he could see his feet shuffling against the carpet.

A hand was suddenly on Steve’s shoulder.

“Son, I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but I know I ain’t lettin’ you leave here tomorrow without talkin’ first. You ain’t botherin’ me if you need to stay here for a bit. We don’t have much, but we can figure it out.”

Steve sniffled. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t.

“Steve. Can I…shit, hold on. I got stuff on my face. Don’t move!”

Steve waited for Wayne to go back to the bathroom. He heard the sink turn on and Wayne grumbled something about how long it takes to get hot water in this dump. He let himself smile, mostly because Eddie had done the same thing when he was having to take careful showers while he was still healing. Wayne was walking back out of the bathroom, using the towel around his neck to pat his face dry.

“Can I hug you, kid?”

Steve just stared at him.

“Steve? You can say no. Just seemed like you might need one.”

He did need one.

Before he comprehended what he was doing, he fell into Wayne’s arms and let out a sob.

“It’s alright, son. It’s gonna be alright. We’ve got ya. Whatever it is, you’re safe here.”

His words just made Steve sob harder.

But Wayne gripped him harder, not even giving him the chance to think he was letting him go.

They stood like that for a while, probably too long, but Steve couldn’t pull away.

He heard the front door open and then Eddie asking something.

“Just needed to cry it out a little. You alright, Steve?”

Steve sniffed, pulling away so he could look at Eddie.

Eddie was watching him, concerned eyes watery with unshed tears.

“Stevie? Have you been crying the whole time?”

“No,” Steve said, his voice barely able to choke out a response.

“How about you boys head on to bed? I’m gonna be watchin’ my shows for a bit if you need me.”

“Alright, love you,” Eddie said, not taking his eyes off of Steve.

“Love ya both,” Wayne said.

Steve was at least able to hold himself together until he made it to Eddie’s room.

Then, he let go.

He let himself fall to his knees, let himself fall apart, for probably the first time ever.

He didn’t think about what Eddie would do or what Eddie would say or even what Eddie would think.

He just let himself feel the overwhelming sadness that comes from not being loved by a parent.

“Sweetheart, come here,” Eddie said into his ear as he pulled him to his chest. “It’s gonna be okay. Let it out. You’ve held it in too long.”

He had. God, he really had.

For years, he just pretended his dad was an asshole who didn’t come home often and had high expectations. He pretended his mom was just an important part of his business and that’s why she never bothered to stay home with him.

But for years, he knew that his parents just didn’t like him. They were disappointed in him as a son, and as a person.

He cried for the ten year old version of him who didn’t realize it would be his last birthday with his parents at home. He cried for the 12 year old version of him who had to forge a signature on his field trip form because his parents hadn’t been home in a month. He cried for the 16 year old version of him who was old enough not to need his parents most of the time but not old enough to be completely alone after his world turned upside down.

He cried for the version of him who couldn’t understand how so many people put their lives on the line for him, but his own parents couldn’t even call.

He cried because he knew that he would never be loved or accepted by his parents the way Wayne had just wholeheartedly accepted him, no questions asked.

“Stevie, you gotta take a few deep breaths, okay. In and out. Wanna try it with me?”

Steve felt the rumble of Eddie’s voice in his chest against his ear, felt him take a deep breath and tried to copy him, but his chest hurt and he couldn’t.

“Try again.”

So he did. And then again.

By the fourth time, it was easier. His lungs filled all the way, and he slowly let the air out. His face was wet, Eddie’s shirt was wet. He could feel snot dripping from his nose.

He knew Eddie didn’t sign up for this when he offered his place for the night.

He started to pull away, furiously wiping his eyes and face the best he could.

“Sorry. I’ll uh. I can go.”

“Steve,” Eddie wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back so his back was against Eddie’s chest. “I want you to stay, okay? I need you to stay. I’ll feel better if you stay.”

Steve relaxed against Eddie’s body, the comfort too nice to give up at the moment.

They stayed like that for a while, Eddie’s fingers tracing shapes against Steve’s arms.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“Was he right?”

“About what?”

“You being in love with me?”

Eddie’s fingers stopped tracing for a moment, but then started back up. He could hear Eddie’s heartbeat quicken behind him.

“Would it be bad if he was right?”

Eddie sounded like he was going to cry now.

“No. It wouldn’t be bad at all.”

Steve knew he was emotional, and maybe now wasn’t the time to have this talk. Maybe they wouldn’t even have the whole talk they should have. But he knew that he wanted to tell Eddie what he’d been thinking about for, truly, weeks now.

“You remember in the hospital when you were high on morphine and you kept touching my cheek and telling me that you wanted to kiss the freckle that was right where I should have a dimple?”

“I don’t and I wish you didn’t.”

Steve let out a snort.

“Well, I couldn’t forget about it. And not just because you also had just come out to me, or because you were alive. I just kept thinking about how much I wanted you to kiss that freckle.”

“Stevie…”

“I know you’re gonna tell me we shouldn’t do this tonight. You’re right, we shouldn’t. But I need you to know that it’s not a new thing for me, that I love you, too.”

He felt a kiss to the top of his head.

It felt like Eddie just kissed every worry, every stress, every bad part of the night away.

“You’re right about not doing anything tonight. You’ve had a lot of emotions and you need to sleep it off a bit. But I’ll be right next to you. I’m here, Stevie. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“You’ll stay here tonight?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

“Mhm. I do.”

“Let’s get comfy then.”

Steve pulled away to stand up, but Eddie held his hand so he wouldn’t stand yet.

“We’re not doing anything, but. I kinda need to kiss you. If you’re good with that,” Eddie said, eyes wide with hope.

“I’m good with that,” Steve smirked.

When Eddie leaned in to kiss him, he kept his eyes open. Only long enough to see Eddie’s close and a small smile appear on his face, but it was a moment he would never forget. The first of so many moments he would never forget.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #the party #wayne munson #hurt/comfort #emotional and physical abuse is mentioned #emotional abuse does happen in this #everyone is very protective of steve #especially eddie #ficlet #request

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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would steve ever insist that eddie comes to basketball games with him just so they have an excuse to get those good seats right at the court that famous people and celebrities usually get?

Eddie is not Steve’s go-to person if he wants basketball tickets.

He goes to Lucas because every doctor knows a doctor that knows someone with season tickets they never use. And also, Steve kinda wants to go to the game with someone who, you know, will actually enjoy being there.

Eddie’s undying hatred of all things sports is, well…undying.

But Steve’s been a Pacers’ fan since the first time his dad shoved a basketball in his hands and taught him how to shoot. He has watched them lose in the playoffs every year that they make it to it, but he’s convinced. 2014 was going to be different.

He just can’t get tickets. He spent all day trying to buy them online and failed, and all the resale tickets are for seats that suck or way over his paygrade. Him and Eddie pay for their own hobbies out of their separate bank accounts, and Steve can’t afford the absolutely ridiculous price that’s being asked so…

“Please?” Steve asked, big puppy eyes and adorable little pout. He knew what he was doing and so did Eddie. “Pretty please? I never ask you for anything, Ed…Okay, fine, except for all the stuff I ask you for, but this is different. It’s a small price to pay to see my team win.”

“Your team that has literally never won in the history of all time?”

“How many championships does Leg-less the loser elf have?” Steve asked.

“…It’s Legolas,” Eddie said. “And he was a part of the fellowship that kinda saved the world.”

“So was I,” Steve pointed out. “And I deserve this.”

Steve didn’t ask for courtside seats. He didn’t ask to be sat among the rich and famous. Hell, he didn’t even ask Eddie to go with him. He just wanted to see if Eddie had a connection that could get him a ticket for a seat that wasn’t in the nosebleeds.

Steve doesn’t really believe that the tickets Eddie showed him are real until they are sitting in their seats – their seats that are courtside and five feet away from Paul George warming up. Steve is so excited to be there that he pretty much misses Eddie shaking someone’s hand right in front of him until he’s nudged in the shoulder, “Babe, you know, Sandy, right?”

“Yeah, totally,” Steve says absently, sparing a glance in the direction Eddie was gesturing before looking back out at the court. It takes him a second for his brain to register who he was just looking at and then, “Holy shit, you’re Sandra Bullock.”

She is just as beautiful and as nice as Steve has always thought she was, and she’s amused by him which makes Steve blush. She holds out her hand to him, “And you are…”

“I’m…” Steve trails off, only picking back up his train of thought when Eddie laughs loudly beside him. “Steve. I’m Steve. Uh, Harrington. Eddie’s – I’m – we’re together, by law.”

“We’re married,” Eddie grinned, throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder, and wiggling his wedding ring at her. “Still working on how to tell people, obviously.”

She congratulates them and talks to them a bit about the game (bring Steve out of his starstruck stupor), and even buys them champagne as a late little wedding gift. It’s a blast.

Eddie spends half the game flinching every time the ball bounces a little too close or a player nearly ends up in their lap, but Steve is loving all of it. The other half of the time, Eddie is having Steve explain what’s going on and who the players are, or he’s talking to the guy next to him.

It’s some square jawed model type that Steve doesn’t recognize and also, doesn’t like. He’s a little too friendly with his husband, especially when he curled a piece of Eddie’s hair around his finger. When the two of them end up on the kiss cam together, Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to register it before Steve pulls him nearly out of the camera frame and kisses him.

Later, fans will make jokes about the pictures of that night because it’s very clear that Steve and Eddie switched seats.

#channeling this pictures of Ethan Hawke and his son switching seats so he can talk to Rihanna #btw I don’t know anything about basketball. all if this was googled #Steve’s like: remember when I got brain damage saving the world? buy me tickets for it #And Eddie every time a player nearly collides with the first row: How is this legal or safe?#eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 4 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 20. hate sex

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “just this once”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ stuck in a log cabin with an old enemy, except ifrit’s been feeling extra lonely this christmas

pairing: ifrit ghoul x gn!ghoul!reader

a/n: ifrit is so hot and i want his dick inside of me rn

cw: nsfw content. hate sex. rough sex. penetration. dubcon (?). spanking. hair pulling. exes fucking each other. intense sexual tension

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“i’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging to have me back. and you’re going to fucking like it.” —❤︎

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“can’t believe i’m stuck here with you, of all ghouls.”

“oh really? how do you think i feel!? it’s certainly not a ray of sunshine to be around you too!”

the two ghouls glared at each other, the tension between them palpable. you couldn’t believe it, out of all of the damn infernals that walked the topside, it had to be him.

you wanted to rent yourself out a little log cabin for christmas, to get away from the city and have some time to yourself. however, upon renting the cabin, you realized that both you and your ex-boyfriend got rented into the same, private log cabin on accident.

just great.

you’d never thought you’d see ifrit again, but here we are.

the fire ghoul only eyes you up and down, before rolling his eyes and throwing his suitcase to the side. both of you were unglamoured, showing off your demonic traits to the world. ifrit let out a snarl and gripped a chunk of his hair as he tried to calm himself down, but the very sight of you just agitated him.

“why can’t you just go get a different cabin? it’s clear we’re both supposed to have our own.” ifrit asked, but the tone in his voice was clearly agitated, which in turn only made you more upset.

“hell no. i’ve waited far too long for a cabin like this one. and i’m not about to let some pansy take it away from me.” you chided, referring to ifrit as the pansy.

that comment only made his tail swish in annoyance. ifrit huffed, smoky embers of frustration emitting from his mouth.

“well isn’t this just great! i’m stuck in a log cabin with the most obnoxious and overbearing ghoul there was to ever walk the earth!” ifrit complained, showing that he definitely wasn’t excited to be sharing a cabin with you.

your tail stiffened from annoyance, and you turned around to punch ifrit in the shoulder, making him yelp and cling onto the spot where you had punched him.

“well geez it’s not like you were any better to be around! oh and how i wonder why i broke up with an arrogant prick like you.” you insulted, clearly trying to get under ifrit’s skin.

and it was working alright.

ifrit just snarled and rammed onto your shoulder with his head, his horns poking at your shoulder blade, making you screech and hold onto your arm, rubbing it to try and soothe the pain.

“arrogant prick?” the fire ghoul repeated, a bitter and dry chuckle escaping his lips before he threw a few jabs himself. “i know damn well i’m not hearing this from crybaby over here.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, pupils dilating like a cat’s.

“who the hell are you calling crybaby, asshole?!”

“who do you think, genius? or do you have to repeat elementary school because you’re too stupid to understand?”

the arguing eventually escalated to a point where you and your ex were locking horns like two goats, both trying to push each other and make the other loose balance. the fight was… kind of pathetic to be honest. both of you were too stubborn to back down, baring your fangs and growling like rabid animals as you both fought. eventually, both of you got tired and collapsed on the singular bed, chests heaving as you both panted heavily.

ifrit was the first to turn over and face you, and both of you shared a brief glare.

“fuck you.” is all he could utter out.

and you just nodded.

“right back at ya.”

neither of you didn’t say anything for a moment. what were the odds of two ghouls wanting to go to a winter vacation home and accidentally ending up in the same cabin? slim chances alright, but it just so happened that you and ifrit got those unlucky chances.

the fire ghoul groaned and looked up at the ceiling, just starting to realize how petty and pathetic your guy’s fight was.

“what the hell are we even doing?” he sighed out. “we broke up, and are fighting like children over something so petty and fixable.

“i can’t believe i’m saying this, but i actually agree with you for once.” you panted out, agreeing with your ex. that’s probably the only thing you’ll ever agree on in a while.

the two of you sat in silence on the bed for a moment, not bothering to look at each other. it was quiet for a good while, but you both could tell that there was still some unresolved tension between the two of you.

suddenly, ifrit shifted his body, and slowly moved to climb on top of you, quickly grabbing your wrists and pinning you down to the bed. your eyes widened in shock, and you were about to say something, but ifrit shushed you by putting the spade of his tail against your mouth.

“shut up.” he spoke, still clearly aggravated and having some pent up energy within him. “i need a release.”

you already had a feeling where this was going, but you needed to hear the words from ifrit himself.

“so… what are you going to do?” you asked in anticipation.

ifrit just leaned down and growled in your ear, his claws tightening around your wrists.

“i’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging to have me back. and you’re going to fucking like it.”

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how did you end up like this again?

the bed was rocking heavily against the wall, with you and your ex being the cause of it. bent over doggy style with your ass in the air, you were moaning loudly and whorishly while ifrit pounded into you hard from behind, groaning and grunting in the process.

one of his hands was gripping the base of your wagging tail harshly, while the other grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, making you cry out in pure pleasure while ifrit’s fat, hard cock stretched out your hole in a needy way. you almost forgotten how good ifrit fucks, and he was just proving it to you over and over again with how hard he was fucking you right now.

“fuck yes.” he moaned through gritted teeth, stroking the base of your tail while his dick hit all the right spots inside of you.

“take it, y/n. take it all like the good cumdump you are.” he smirked, his thrusts becoming more quick and fast as he went to town on you.

you just sat there and took everything he was giving you. your claws gripped the sheets so tightly you swore you were going to rip them off the mattress. ifrit felt so good inside of you, it was way too familiar.

“f-fuck!! ahh! s-slow down, asshole!” you tried to warn, but your voice sounded way too needy, and that turned on ifrit even more.

“you can take it, y/n.” he grunted, pulling you closer as he thrusted harder. “you’ve always been able to.”

those words just sent you over the edge, making you moan loudly and your hole grip onto his cock more tightly as his thrusts got more erratic.

more. more. more. you needed more of him.

ifrit didn’t even know what sparked inside of him for him to just randomly decide to fuck his ex on the spot. maybe there was that sense of longing that desperately itched his brain. the need to have someone, a mate that he could love again. the breakup with you was messy, and yet he found himself so infatuated with you. yet, he hated you so much at the same time.

the conflicting emotions turned him on so much.

he just had to have you. one, last, time.

“c’mon, y/n. feel it all, feel my cock inside of your slutty hole.” he panted out, his movements getting quicker, thrusting into you deeply while he relished the sounds of your desperate moans.

“feel it stretch you good. you fucking slut.”

his hand slowly let go of the base of your tail, and moved down to spank your rear hard, making you squeak and squirm around as you took all of the sensations at once. ifrit spanked you liked you were the worse thing to walk this planet, and he truly felt like you were for the moment. but, he still found you so strikingly hot. his spankings only matched in time with each thrust, and the spanks got harder and harder while you were getting closer and closer.

you were in a state of pleasure and pain. his thrusts were so hard it hurt, but they felt so damn good at the same time.

“oh yes that’s it, y/n.”

smack.

“you’re doing so good, taking me so well.”

smack.

“i bet you wanted this the entire time, right? you just wanted to fuck your ex, huh?”

smack.

“say it, say you wanted to fuck me the entire time.

smack. oh it was so painful against your rear, but it felt so fucking good. ifrit was definitely projecting onto you now, but you were too deep in a lustful trance to care.

“y-yes! yes i-i wanted you the entire time!” you cried out, and you meant every word of it, even if you hated speaking it. “i-i wanted you so bad! y-your cock in my hole! a-ahhh!”

“ahh there we fucking go. music to my fucking ears.” ifrit grunted out, feeling himself getting closer as he thrusted into you.

“fuck y/n. i’m gonna cum.” he warned, and you nodded.

“m-me too! fuck i wanna cum so bad!” you cried out.

it wasn’t long, but after a few more thrusts, ifrit’s thick, hot seed spilled into your hole as your ex emptied himself. you followed soon behind afterwards, cum spurring everywhere, making a mess on your body and the sheets.

you both slumped against the bed, and ifrit laid on top of you.

he just snickered, and pulled your hair up, looking at your pathetic, fucked our face while you whimpered. tears of both pleasure and pain stained your cheeks, and you looked so defeated. ifrit knew it all too well.

ifrit just snarled in your face and licked your earlobe, before speaking.

“look who’s crying now.”

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#holiday hoes event #ifrit ghoul #ifrit ghost #ifrit smut #ifrit x reader #ghost bc fanfic #ghost bc smut #nameless ghoul smut #nameless ghoul x reader #the band ghost smut #christmas prompts #christmas #smutty drabble #smutty fanfiction

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harley-sunday · 1 year

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Feels Like Home [04]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3.1k

AN: Another update? Yes. My bestie needs some cheering up today, so eL, babe, this one’s for you! ♥

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“Dan?”

“Daniel?”

“Oi. Mate?”

“Fine, be a cunt and pretend not to hear me.”

Before Daniel has a chance to respond he’s hit in the back of his head with one of the juggling balls they used during one of their earlier exercises, “You absolute cunt.” Daniel turns around and raises his eyebrows at Michael, “The fuck did you do that for?”

“You weren’t listening,” Michael says with a shrug as if that explains the assault. And fine, maybe it does.

“I was a little distracted,” Daniel offers, rubbing the back of his head, thinking of feigning a concussion to get out of the remainder of his training session.

“You were off on another planet, mate,” Michael counters with a shake of his head. “What the hell is going on?”

He doesn’t like to lie to his best friend but he doesn’t want to tell him the real reason he’s distracted either, because if Michael finds out Daniel’s nervous about his dinner plans tomorrow he’ll never let him hear the end of it and Daniel’s not sure he’s up for that right now, and so he simply says, “I just hate that I still don’t know where I’m going to be next year, Mikey.”

Michael eyes him suspiciously, and for a moment Daniel’s worried he’ll get called out but then Michael does that thing he always does when he knows Daniel will tell him the truth eventually and says, “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to be distracted?”

“Whatever’s going to make you cut this workout short, mate,” Daniel counters with a cheeky grin.

Michael exaggerates a sigh and gives Daniel one of his death stares, “No.”

“Aren’t you supposed to watch out for my mental health too?” Daniel knows he’s pushing but Michael can take it. Or at least should be used to it by now. “I’m obviously in distress. And this workout ain’t helping.”

“That just earned you twenty push ups, mate,” Michael says with a wicked grin.

“You cunt,” Daniel whispers under his breath, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face because he’s still not fully recovered from the burpees Michael had him doing earlier.

“You want to cut this workout short-”

“Fuck yes.”

“-then tell me what’s really going on.” Michael looks at him with his arms crossed in front of his chest and that self-satisfied smile of his, because he knows whatever Daniel does - tell him the truth or finish the workout - it’s a win for Michael.

Daniel scoffs and shakes his head, because he’d rather do five more hours of bootcamp than tell Michael about her. He drops to his knees before he gets into position for his first pushup, “Twenty, you said?”

“I think I said thirty, mate,” Michael grins, squatting down in front of Daniel and throwing him a wink, “with a thirty-second plank after each tenth pushup.”

“I hate you.”

“Not enough to tell me the truth, apparently,” Michael counters. “So I’d say we’re still good.”

***

“Ok, so my number is on the pad next to the phone-”

“I have your number in my phone, why does she need your number?”

“-so if anything happens,” you continue, effectively ignoring your granddad, “just call, ok?”

“Will do,” Abby, Mrs Mackenzie’s sixteen-year old granddaughter, nods. Mrs Mackenzie was supposed to come over to watch Ellie and Granddad but she’s still not feeling too well and so she suggested you ask her granddaughter instead.

Daniel steps in then and hands Abby a twenty dollar note, “Here’s the down payment for tonight, Abigail. I’ll pay you the rest when we get back, ok? Wanna make sure you don’t burn down the house first-”

“Daniel-” You sigh and look at Abby, “Ignore him. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“What about my Lando autograph?” Abby counters with one eyebrow raised, looking at Daniel thoroughly unimpressed, the way only teenagers seem to be able to do.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you and turn to Daniel, “Yeah. What about her Lando autograph?”

Daniel looks at you as if you’re siding with the enemy but then pulls up his phone anyway, fingers flying over the screen as he types a message, “Yeah, yeah, I promise to get you that as soon as possible, ok?” He waves his phone around as if to prove to Abigail he’s working on it, “It’s not like I have a bunch of his autographed driver cards lying around somewhere.”

“A cap.”

“What?” Daniel looks up from his screen.

“I would like an autographed cap,” Abby replies. Then, because she isn’t stupid, “Please?”

Daniel stares at her for a second but seems to realise that if he denies her request there’s not even going to be a date tonight and so he gives in with a resigned, “Fine.”

“Fine,” Abigail echoes. Her smile reappears then, “Thank you so much, Mr Ricciardo.”

“Ouch,” you whisper under your breath, trying your hardest not to laugh even though you give Abby a wink.

Daniel looks too stunned to speak and keeps shaking his head in disbelief.

“Come on,” you gently push him in the direction of the front door, “let’s go.” You turn towards your Granddad then, who’s in his chair, watching the evening news, “Try to behave? Let Abby watch some TV once the news is finished, ok?”

Granddad huffs but then says something that sounds like, “You kids have fun,” and really, that’s a win as far as you’re concerned. You follow Daniel outside and can’t help but gasp when you see his car, “Oh Jesus.”

“What?”

“That seems awfully fancy,” you say while you admire the Porsche that looks completely out of place here on the farm.

“It’s sort of a date,” he counters with a grin and a shrug. “Of course it’s going to be fancy.”

A warm feeling spreads inside of you when you hear him say the word ‘date’ and if you weren’t feeling like a nervous schoolgirl before, spending way too much time on picking an outfit and doing your hair and makeup, you sure feel like one now and so you quickly try to compose yourself, “It looks beautiful.”

“Just like you.”

“Oh, very smooth Ricciardo,” you shake your head, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks because you were never good at taking compliments.

“What? It’s true. You look absolutely gorgeous,” he says as he opens the door for you.

“Thank you,” you tell him, accepting the compliment. You sit down, admiring the interior as Daniel rounds the car and gets inside.

“You ready?”

“Ready,” you reply with a smile that grows even wider when the car purrs to life and he accelerates down the driveway.

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Daniel hasn’t told her where they’re going, wanting to keep it a surprise, and so when he stops at the gate to Darlington Estate about thirty minutes later she looks at him in disbelief and Daniel can’t help but smile at her.

“How- This is impossible to get into,” she says, shaking her head. “They have a waitlist that’s at least-”

“It helps when you know the owner,” he replies with a shrug, as if it’s no big deal. Except it was, because even though he does know the owner it took him quite some pleading and a promise of two VIP tickets to the Melbourne Grand Prix next year to get them a table for tonight.

When he pulls up in front of the entrance not much later he gets out and hands his keys to the valet, before he walks over to her side and opens the door, offering his hand to help her out of the car.

“Thank you,” she whispers, not letting go once she’s outside.

Daniel feels- There’s a fleeting thought that he can just about grasp before it disappears again, something about how if something as simple as holding her hand already feels this good, he can’t wait to find out what it will feel like when he finally gets to kiss her.

Inside they’re greeted by the Maître D’ who leads them to a private table in the back of the restaurant and when they sit down she looks around in wonder, “It’s beautiful here.”

He’s only got eyes for her though and so he hums in reply. Part of him wants to get to date over with, wants to take her home and see where the night takes them. The other part wants to stay in this moment forever. Before he has time to figure out what that means the waiter comes over and hands them their menus and he busies himself with that instead.

Once they’ve made their choice and the waiter comes by with a glass of white wine for her and water for him - he’s still in the middle of a season after all - his phone buzzes to let him know he’s got a new notification and the only reason he checks it is because she’s busy talking to the waiter about their wine selection. He can feel his eyes widen when he sees it’s a iCal invite from Blake for a meeting with Christian next Wednesday

“Everything ok?”

She sounds worried and so he quickly looks up at her and tries his best reassuring smile when he sees she’s biting her lip in anticipation, “Yeah, I uh-” he shakes his head, “I just got an invitation to a meeting that I’ve sort of been waiting for.” He hates not telling her the entire truth, but the waiter’s still hanging around their table and Daniel’s been sufficiently media trained that he knows strangers are not to be trusted.

The waiter seems to take this as his cue to leave though and so Daniel leans forward, because he feels, especially after the way she was so honest and open with him about Ellie’s dad, he owes her one. Just to be sure he leans in and keeps his voice low, “It’s a meeting with Red Bull.”

He doesn’t know how much she knows about Formula One, doesn’t know if she cares about his career or the sport in general but then he sees her eyebrows knit together and she whispers back, “That’s your old team, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

She does that thing then, that she sometimes does with Ellie as well, where she gives him two options, to make it easier for her to understand his thoughts, “And is this a good or a bad thing?”

He thinks about it for a while, thinks about the meeting he had with Christian and Helmut after the Dutch Grand Prix, where, when Christin had first mentioned the option of becoming third driver, it had felt more like a curse than a blessing to him. Now though, he’s not so sure.

He loves being a Formula One driver, really he does. Driving his car out on track is the best feeling in the world. Travelling the world and getting to see all these amazing places is a privilege he’s very aware only a few people get to have. And yet it still feels as if there’s something missing. He first noticed at Renault, when the team didn’t give him the car they promised him they would, but back then he ignored it and put it down to changing teams. When it only got worse at McLaren he thought maybe it wasn’t the sport that betrayed him. Maybe he betrayed himself.

Ever since the summer break there’s been a little voice in the back of his mind that tells him maybe it’s ok if he doesn’t get a seat in Formula One next year, maybe what he needs is some time away from it all, maybe that will help him find what he’s been looking for over the past four years, maybe what he’s been looking for has been right in front of him since-

“Daniel?”

Her voice interrupts his thoughts and when he finds her smiling at him with that kind smile she usually only reserves for Ellie he knows he zoned out for a minute. He shakes his head, “Sorry. I just-”

She seems to know something is bothering him because she leans forward and puts her hand on his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hasn’t really spoken to anyone about this, Michael and Blake think they’re still fighting for a seat, heck, even his parents think he’ll do whatever it takes to stay in the sport next year but somehow he finds himself nodding, “Yeah. I think I do.”

***

All throughout the starter and the main course he talks and you listen and when he tells you about his time at Renault and McLaren your heart aches for him when you hear how the sport he used to love so deeply has taken so much from him.

“So yeah,” Daniel says as he fiddles with the salt shaker, both your plates now sitting empty between you, “a second meeting with Christian sounds pretty good.” He lets out a shaky laugh then, “Unless he’s going to tell me he wants to retract his offer. That would suck.”

“Daniel-”

“It’s ok,” he quickly reassures you, his smile genuine this time and waving his hand around. “I’ve known Christian for a while now, if he didn’t want this to go through he would have called already, not set up another meeting.” He lets out a heavy sigh then, “I just- It feels like I’m about to settle. But it also feels like this might be a good thing, you know? I don’t know. I wish I had a clear answer.”

He hasn’t asked for your advice and even if he had you wouldn’t have told him what you think he should do. It doesn’t matter. It’s his choice. And part of you already think he’s made up his mind and so you tell him, “Listen to your heart. I think you’ll find the answer right there.”

***

Daniel smiles and looks down at where he’s turning the salt shaker between his hands, “Yeah.”

She’s right, of course she is, because he knows what he wants to do.

He wants to go home.

***

When the waiter comes by to ask if he can get them anything else, both of you shake your head and Daniel asks for the check instead. You watch as he pays, tipping generously, and when he gets up and holds out his hand for you to take you do so without hesitating.

It’s raining when you get outside, the wind having picked up a lot since this afternoon, the promise of a late winter storm hanging heavy in the air, and so you rush to the car, you with your purse over your head and Daniel pulling you from left to right as he tries to avoid the puddles that are scattered across the road. Your giggles and Daniel’s laugh filling the air around you long after you make it inside the car.

The drive back is quiet but never uncomfortably so, Daniel quietly singing along to the songs on the radio and you staring at the raindrops that slide down the window, tracing their path with your eyes and sometimes your finger. You’re a little lost in thoughts, wondering how things will go from here, wondering what it is you and Daniel are. Friends, for sure, but is this turning into something more even a possibility? He leaves for Singapore on Tuesday and he’ll be gone for almost two more months after that, so would this even work? Does he even like you like that? Do you even like him that way?

You don't want to dive into this head first, after all you've got Ellie to worry about. Ellie, who seems to be as smitten with Daniel as you are. Who you’ve never seen trust someone so wholeheartedly right from the get go. You’re not sure if she’s old enough to remember Daniel if- You shake your head, not wanting to get ahead of things. If anything you like to see where this goes, not just now but also after, when he comes back once the season is over. You just hope Daniel feels the same way.

All too soon Daniel turns onto your driveway and when he pulls up to the house not much later he immediately turns the engine off, a hesitant smile when he looks at you, “Don’t want to wake Ellie up.”

You smile at him, your heart about to burst out of your chest with how, even now, he thinks of Ellie, "Thank you."

"So uhm," Daniel starts, turning towards you in his seat. "My parents are hosting a barbecue on Sunday, 'cause it's the last time I'll be home for a while, you know? Anyway, I was wondering-" he looks away and fiddles with his keys before he clears his throat, "I was wondering if maybe you and Ellie would like to come. And Oscar, if he's up for it. I know it’s super short notice so-"

"Daniel," you start, not sure what you want to say next.

"It's only a few people," he quickly adds. "My sister and her husband and kids, Blake, Michael- It's just-" he smiles and shrugs, "I told my mom about helping out here and she really would like to meet you." Daniel looks at you expectantly, "It starts at noon, so you would be back in time to take care of the girls. And it won't be too late of a bedtime for Ellie either."

You can't help but smile, endeared by the way he seems to have thought of everything. And even though the idea of meeting his family seems a little daunting, you try to tell yourself that maybe it's only fair if you do - after all, he's already met the most important person in your life as well - and so you nod, "I'd like that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you agree easily enough. "Text me the address and we'll be there."

"Mint," Daniel replies with a grin.

"I should probably head inside," you nod towards the house. "I told Abby we'd be back before midnight." You wait for him to do something, thinking maybe he would take the lead and kiss you, but when he doesn't move you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek instead, "Thank you for tonight, Daniel. I had a great time."

"So did I." He taps the steering wheel a few times before he looks back at you, "We should do this again sometime."

The promise of another date unleashes a herd of butterflies into your stomach but you try to play it cool, "We should." You unbuckle your seatbelt then and step outside, leaning back in as he starts the car, "See you tomorrow?"

"Yes, ma'am," he says, tipping his imaginary hat. "At your service."

You laugh, "Bye."

***

Fuck. He should have just kissed her.

***

You watch as he drives away and let out a heavy sigh, quietly berating yourself for not kissing him.

#Daniel Ricciardo #F1 Fanfic #Daniel Ricciardo x reader #F1 imagine #DR3 #Harley Sunday x Daniel Ricciardo #Feels Like Home

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the-hanged-lover · 6 months

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HIII i’ll literally love you forever if u write anything sparrow ben hargreeves related please god im starved for content

looks like we’re about to be besties ☺️

masterlist // rules

warnings: swearing, self-destructive tendencies

You weren’t part of the Umbrellas originally; you had sorta been the prototype to Lila. You ditched the Commission all the way back in the OG 2019, and had gone back in time with them

Unlike Lila, you had never tried to kill any of the Umbrellas, so they trusted you and thought of you as family (even Five, who rest assured give you a very detailed description of what he’d do to you if you hurt any of his siblings)

Even if you had their trust, you couldn’t help but feel like an outsider. Chalk it up to your lack of love being in the Commission, because even with all the love and support you received, you never lost your destructive habits—withdrawing for days at a time, isolation, bottling up your feelings, major trust issues… The list goes on

But that never hindered your love for your found family, so when y’all landed in what was supposed to be their house, only to discover it inhabited by people dubbed “The Sparrow Academy,” you were on the offensive the millisecond hands were thrown

You engaged with that world’s version of Number 2—Ben Hargreeves. You had never met the original Ben when he was alive, but had heard stories and met him briefly while he was possessing Klaus. But you couldn’t say you had any sort of attachment to him

This Ben wasn’t like the one you (kinda) knew. This Ben was an asshole. And it was just your luck that you got to fight him. He had gone after you, rather than vice-versa

You couldn’t go full Mortal Kombat on his ass, considering that you swore off killing after you ditched the Commission; you had to reel it in

What were your powers? An incredibly potent healing factor. Got shot? Lmao you could just walk it off. No biggie. Lost an arm? Reattach that shit. You had died exactly 74 times in your life

Couple your healing factor with enhanced strength, agility, and endurance. Taking L’s became very, very rare

But everyone has to take an L sometimes. While you were busy kicking Ben’s ass, the Sparrow with the gravity powers interrupted

You prayed that would be the end of your interactions with him, but nah. The Umbrellas and the Sparrows would be more intertwined than you thought they’d be

Your asocial ways and heavy eye bags allured Ben

Ben was like that mosquito that wouldn't stop buzzing around your head while you tried to sleep. Whenever he got the chance, he was trying to chat you up, and he could never shut his mouth

Because of Ben’s clear infatuation with you, both sides of the equation were trying to convince their respective member to get closer to the other in an attempt to get more information

Ben rolled with it; you didn’t. But you weren’t a dumbass. You knew the Sparrows probably had the same idea as the Umbrellas. Jeez, they really were more alike than they’d ever want to admit

But admittedly, Ben’s company slowly became more bearable. He was funny, you’d give him that

Soon, you found yourself talking casually with him as if he was a coworker. That obviously wasn’t what Ben wanted, but he’d take what he could get. He’d just have to rizz you up a little bit longer

While the Sparrows obviously wanted to use you for information, Ben eventually said to hell with it, and switched to just talking to you to talk to you. He was genuinely interested

You could talk to him about your time in the Commission, something you could never bring yourself to do with the Umbrellas. Even if they wanted you to

Ben took an interest in your powers. Like, you could just reattach your limbs?? That was cool as shit! He was shocked to learn you didn’t share his opinions. You had often wished you had never had your powers. Ben couldn’t wrap his head around it.

You’d never admit this to him, but was reassuring to know that Ben didn’t see you as a monster or freak of nature

Once Sloane and Luther announced their engagement, you took a leap of faith and asked Ben to be your date

Man was over the moon

After Ben dubbed himself the “new, new Ben,” for the first time in a long time, you had genuine hope. Maybe this could be something good for you?

But nope. Ben went right back to his bullshit

Klaus deduced that it was a defense mechanism; Ben pushed people away so they couldn’t hurt him. “Sounds like someone we know?” he asked, giving you a look. You rolled your eyes

Call a spade a spade. Klaus was right; you knew he was right. And you proved him right, because you once again isolated yourself from your team

It was straight out of a movie. There was a downpour outside when a knock came to your door. When you opened it, you saw Ben standing there, holding flowers and a bag with a myriad of things inside. He was soaking wet

“Uh… I’m sorry,” Ben said after a beat of silence. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Apologizing clearly wasn’t his greatest talent. It was endearing

“Can I come in?” he asked.

You sighed. “Yeah, yeah.”

If it’s one thing you learned in life, people deserved second chances. And you’d be willing to give Ben one

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #tua #the sparrow academy

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ashsostrange · 7 months

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i’m (not) sorry to say, but miles is better off by himself.

idk if i’ve ever written a post this long, but i got energy tonight. y’all have been sucked into the black hole of shipping, so let me ground you and remind you of this amazing thing called being single. i’m gna talk ab margo and gwen, but mostly gwen bc she’s obv miles’ (main) love interest. i’ve said more than enough about why miles and gwen don’t work/make sense. if you wna be enlightened then feel free to click the links.

thoughts on ghostflower: here!

reblogging a moot's post w/ added thoughts: hereee!

i love ranting so let’s get it! 😛

i don't have much to say about margo bc sadly, she's barely there. what i will say though is that as cute as miles and margo would be together, there’s one more movie left lol. the third movie’s gna be busy as hell. there’s literally no time for romance, and to rush miles and margo (two people who just met) into liking each other in, like, a three hour timespan would just be terrible writing. plus, we all know she’s there for some bs having to do with miles nd gwen, which is literally soooooooo very lame, words can't describe. one, where are you finding the time to cram in jealousy/all this angsty romance mess when miles’ dad is ab to die and the universe is ab to collapse bc of a nigga that looks like the lovechild of a cardboard box and a cow?? two, is this really all margo is here for?? to make gwen jealous or “help miles realize he’s in love with gwen” ?? shameeee, like summer said. 😐 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: margo could be SO much more than a disposable love interest!!!

gwiles/ghostflower fans, i’m going to tell you something that will make you upset. i said i was coming for you and i meant it 🗣️‼️

before you yell at me and push smoke out of your ears, i need you to put your right hand on your chest and close your eyes. you feel your heartbeat? good. now, count to three while taking deep breaths and remember that none of this shit is real so you’d look stupid af trying to attack me. 🙃 some of y’all are getting TOO comfortable being unnecessarily disrespectful and ion like that lol. don’t try it here bc i’m on another level of not gaf!

listen, even if (when?) gwen and miles team up to save his dad, it won’t change the fact that gwen was keeping some hefty info from miles, yo. she was smiling in jeff’s face and cracking jokes like she didn’t know he was bout to die. y’all gotta be so very real with yourselves. you wouldn’t wna date, let alone be FRIENDS with someone who kept something that big from you, regardless of the circumstances or lack of ill intent. one of the most important people in your life concealing the fact that you’re about to lose another important person in your life is insane.

i’m aware that gwen didn’t tell miles about his dad because she genuinely thought it’d cause mass destruction if he saved jeff. thing is, even if miles knew that, i think he’d still feel betrayed. that’s 100% valid because this is his dad we’re talking about. he just lost his uncle not too long ago, too. i wouldn’t blame miles if he never wanted anything to do with gwen again. i wouldn’t blame bro if he got sick to his stomach every time he saw her. it’d be justified, bc if he never followed her that night, then he wouldn’t have had the chance to save jeff.

my point is that you can be a “good person” and still fuck up bad enough to make someone never wna speak to you again. miles is a sweetheart so he’ll probably forgive gwen. my thing is, miles forgiving gwen doesn’t mean the two of them are obligated to be friends again. they can handle it maturely, go their separate ways, nd never speak again. it’s really not even gna hurt y’all cuz it’s the last mf movie anyway??? 😭😭

if it isn’t clear by now, i don’t want miles and gwen together at all. they have no business being around each other frl 🙃 not as friends and definitely not as lovers. like, sure, that one scene where they’re swinging/talking on the bank was my absolute fav. it was cute. i shipped them before i really thought about it. that scene is still my fav, but my adoration for it isn’t gna stop me from keeping it real.

i really don’t care what anyone says or how in love they think these two are, this isn’t a “forgive and forget” situation. if the writers truly wanted gwen and miles to be involved romantically, then not only should they have structured their dynamic better, they shouldn’t have made gwen the person she was in this movie. love, love, LOVE redemption arcs because it’s a reminder that we're human and we're flawed, but you can’t redeem yourself from that. sorry. (not) i say miles should leave that girl alone 🤷‍♀️ leave all potential girls alone ffs.

in conclusion, it’s okay for miles to be single. he's 15 anyway, it's not like he'll die without a girl. i’m the suckiest sucker for anything to do with romance, but characters in film/animation don’t need to have love interests for a project to be considered good. if you feel like it does, then maybe ts you’re watching just sucks, lmao. a girl and a boy can be friends without one having feelings for the other, or both of 'em having mutual feelings. (in the media idk ab irl..) it’s time to stop forcing ts. please.

and it’s okay y’all, i promise you. it’s okay if miles and gwen don’t end up dating. it's okay if they reconcile and stay friends. it’s okay if they reconcile and don’t stay friends. though unlikely, it’s also okay if miles doesn’t forgive gwen at all! resolutions like these go to show that you can “forgive” someone without letting them have access to you anymore. that’s what miles needs to do. straying away from the “happy ending” everyone is expecting would be nice. it’d be a different approach and a realistic way to complete the franchise. (i’m not just saying this bc i love angst)

but before the gwiles (ugly ass ship name btw) fans start throwing up and telling me to end my shit, it’s 99% unlikely that anything i just stated will actually happen. we’re more than likely getting a kiss between miles and gwen, nd that’s bc the writers are probably high off the same dope they were on when they wrote gwen sneaking in thru miles’ window, j for his parents to be way more calm about it than any other normal parent would be. i could say some more about certain scenes but that's for another night.

miles doesn’t need to be with anyone. especially not gwen when it comes down to it.

oh and i HATE peter b. fuck that nigga. he was nun but an extra in this movie and i know he’s an opp in the next. 🙎‍♀️

that’s all! if you read allat then thanks, cuz i wrote a lot. if you're feeling angry, then go for a walk. this isn’t a place for any typa criticism bc i am right, therefore, i am not requesting confirmation. 🙌 i said what i said. have a good night.

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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 9

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Tom sticks his foot in his mouth some? AN: Chicks have survived! We ordered 4, got 5 and they all hatched on V day and have Vday themed names. Chapter 8, Masterlist, Chapter 10 ~~~~~<3 “Let me be clear- I am committed for at least a year or until death. We’re married. I do not take that lightly.” It drove him mad that he had to keep saying it. When would she believe that it was more than just a whim?

“Tom-”

“Part of being married is the sharing of resources and caring for each other. I care for you and I care for her. You don’t have to care about me- it would be nice but that may come in time.”

“What if you change your mind? What then?”

Mia felt like screaming. She felt like running. She felt like crying. She felt like reaching out to him for comfort. Instead she sat stone still and board straight.

“What if I let you find us some magical Las Vegas apartment, get us moved and three months from now you get tired of your secret American family and stop paying the rent?”

“I-” It was her turn to cut him off.

“You’re right- I can’t afford anything better. I can’t afford food until Monday. If I let you in, let you change our lives and then you change your mind? We end up homeless. Hell, I can only afford this damn apartment because we’ve been there so long.”

“I wouldn’t-”

“How do I know that? How can I trust that?” Mia’s frustration grew when her vision waved as her eyes grew teary. “You think I don’t want to give you a chance because you’re ugly or cruel or something. Any woman would die for this chance but I can’t. I’ve got a little girl who relies on me.”

She harshly wiped away a tear that had the nerve to slip from her eye.

“If I take a gamble and it’s a bust, she gets hurt. She ends up homeless. She ends up in state custody. She gets her heart broken too.”

“I didn’t think of it that way.”

She scoffed at him and he bristled at that, opening his mouth to try and defend himself. She started again before he had a chance to say anything though.

“It’s my job to think of that. How can I trust a stranger, even a stranger I married on a whim, to not let some little girl who he’s known for even less time become homeless. How can I trust that you’re not going to suck her into your charm, make her see you as a father then walk away?”

“I don’t want to push her to see me as a father.” That was the easiest point to focus on first. “If that happens, it happens naturally. I’m not going to pretend that we don’t have a lot of things to decide on, to plan and work out but that will take time.”

Creeping fingers slid a few inches more. He wiggled his finger tips against hers, lacing them together. She didn’t pull away and he took that as a good sign.

“Tom,”

“If I find an apartment- something modest but without gaps in the doors or maintenance crews that help themselves to tenant’s groceries, if I were to pay the lease up front for the year, would you consider it?”

“This is my life-” People would say she was using him, she knew that as much as she knew her name.

“No, Mia- not any more.” His voice was soft, devoid of the harshness that had crept in. “It’s our life now. We get to decide what that looks like. We will go over what bills we’ll have, we’ll work together and come up with a plan that makes you feel safe and lets me feel assured that the two of you are safe.”

“I don’t want to use you.” She wanted to accept.

Glancing at Sally, she knew for her daughter this sort of chance at financial security may never come again. If she allowed Tom to take care of them, even if things didn’t work out she could save her checks.

“If I’m offering, insisting and fighting you to allow it, is that using me?”

“I’ll think about it, alright?” Mia ran her hand through her hair, scarping her nails along her scalp. “It’s just- It’s a lot, really fast.”

“I know.”

~~~~~<3

She stood in the kitchen crying. There were boxes scattered in the living room to be taken to the trash later. Tom was upstairs reading who knows how many bedtime stories to Sally.

It felt weird to not be the one putting her to sleep. It felt good to have someone to help with simple tasks like bedtime.

If she wasn’t careful, she could get used to this.

Realizing the refrigerator and freezer both had been standing open while she cried, for how long was anyone’s guess, she closed it. It was overwhelming, seeing the full shelves. Tom had kept his word, stocking the kitchen in a way she had never been able to do before.

There were drinks and snacks. Brand new pest proof bins held rice, flour, sugar and dried pastas. A electric kettle sat on her counter and a variety of teas were stacked next to her coffee pot.

Things for him. Things for her husband.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked softly from the foot of the stairs. “She’s asleep.”

Mia couldn’t do anything but nod at first.

“It’s just a lot.” She said weakly. Everything was hitting her now. Regardless of if she wanted to or not, she was going to have herself a good cry right now.

“Is it?” Tom wasn’t sure what to say as he approached.

“No one’s ever- I’ve never. We’ve never had this much before.”

Tom moved slow, giving her chance after chance to tell him to back up, to stop, to give her space or go away. Large hands rested on her shoulders as he looked down to her.

“Does he not provide for his daughter?” That was a question that had been rattling around in his brain since he saw the picture.

“He’s supposed to pay child support but he hasn’t in over a year. It’s just been me and when Ashley can, she’ll help.”

Slowly, Tom pulled her to his chest. “It’s okay.” He soothed.

It felt good to be held by him. The moment stretched on as she tried to keep her tears to a minimum. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked as she pulled herself away from him.

There were things to do and crying in his arms wasn’t something on her schedule.

~~~~~<3

They sat, cups of tea on the small table in front of them. Tom flipped through apartment listings only to have every single option turned down. Frustration built in him with each apartment, nice and basic, turned down. “Why? They’re all nicer than this place.”

She sat in silence as he took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t her intention but she was being difficult.

“I’m sorry.” And she was, to a degree. “It’s just so much.’

“I’m just going to pick some and we’ll look.” Tom decided, locking his phone and setting it facedown on the table in front of them. “There’s still a lot to decide. We can put the utilities on auto pay so you don’t-”

“I don’t want you to pay for everything.” It would be better to just shut up and let him pay everything, she knew that. It would allow her to save more for when this inevitably falls apart but she just couldn’t make herself feel okay doing it. “Let me at least keep the electric and internet- the electric will vary during the year and the internet isn’t a necessity.”

“I can send money for groceries-”

“If I’m not paying rent, groceries shouldn’t be a problem.”

For the first time in their marriage, they sat and talked into the night. The topics were not fun ones. They talked of financial histories, debts, education and potential future earnings. They talked about the cost of managing their individual households.

Tom wasn’t rich in the realm of his career but compared to her, he was far more financially secure. And unlike her, his career was ramping up and reaching for the sky. Tom swore to her, regardless of what direction his career took, if their attempt at a marriage did not work he would not leave her financially hurt but she struggled still to put faith in him.

~~~~~<3

Midnight quickly approached and Mia’s yawns were coming more and more frequently. They were so different in backgrounds that simply learning about each other’s past ate up more of the night.

“You should go to bed.” Tom’s hand reached out for hers. “It’s been a long day.”

“You’ve been up just as long as me.” Mia countered though she still stood up, slipping her hand out from under his.

“I need to be up a bit longer yet.” He wanted nothing more than to go up to bed though. “I’ve got to make some calls back home. Face the music and take my licks.”

“Are you in trouble with someone?”

“No, not really.” Tom thought twice about his answer after he said it. “Probably but hopefully he’s cooled off by now. My publicist wasn’t so happy with me. I blocked him after breakfast yesterday.”

“He knows about-?” She waved her hand to try and encompass the whole situation.

“Yeah, at least some of it.”

“I didn’t know you told anyone yet.” It was weird. They had built their relationship, small as it was, in a bubble where in a lot of ways he was just a normal man who was caught up in a Las Vegas situation fit for a Lifetime movie.

“I didn’t.”

Tom knew he needed to face reality head on. Luke would tell him how important it was to get ahead of the story and now it’s been two days.

“There are pictures of us at a bar and of me with you in your gown. I don’t know how much the world knows but I did tell Luke about our marriage.”

“It would be better for you if we didn’t do this.” Mia felt the earth tilting under her feet as what he was inched in again.

“Maybe, but that’s not something I want to change.”

Mia had so many questions but she didn’t know how to voice any of them. “Marriage records here are public,” was all she could think to say.

“That’s not a problem- I was planning on telling the truth. Or at least a version of it.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I like to keep my private life private. We’ll probably present us as something recent but not same day recent.”

“Should I stay up too?” Mia didn’t know what her role in this would be.

Tom stood and walked over to where she lingered by the stairs. He was touched at how she had opened up to him, slight though it was. It was there, he could feel it- the little buds that could maybe grow into the roots of a real marriage.

Reaching out, he took her hand in his. These small acts of affection were easier to accept each time they happened but it was clear they still left her uncomfortable. It still very much felt like pretend to her. Mia struggled to believe he felt anything but duty in them.

“Go on up to bed. I’ll be up as soon as I get done.”

~~~~~<3

Stand still.

Stand straight.

Write slow and careful.

Be neat.

Breathe.

Mia checked and double checked her spelling on the form. She sucked on a breath mint, feeling like she was a teenager again trying not to get caught. If they didn’t pull this part off, the cards would come crashing down.

When she was sure, through the muddy sludge of her alcohol steeped mind, she handed the form to Tom. He filled his portion out just as methodically. Every time he would glance up at her, his concentration was broke by a wide grin.

He was an old hand at filling out forms. Muscle memory took care of what Mia had spent ages overthinking.

She followed his lead as they returned to the counter. Identification was handed over and then it was time to wait. They stood stoic and still. Every bone in their body wanted to dance, to move and to be in the moment.

Toms fingers wove through hers. He placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. Softly, he told her things that went in one ear and out the other, lost in the sound of blood rushing.

“Here’s your packet. Identification is inside it.” The woman behind the counter sounded like she was reading from the dictionary to Mia.

But not how Tom would sound reading from one. Tom would somehow sound breathtaking reading a dictionary.

“Congratulations on your upcoming wedding.”

“Thank you,” Tom said before leaning down and kissing Mia on her cheek.

They had pulled it off. The woman either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care that the two standing in front of her were not just intoxicated but very intoxicated. This was the one test they had to pass and they did.

“We’re going to get married.” Mia leaned into Tom’s arm as they walked out of the building and into the magical night lights.

“Let’s go make you Mrs. Hiddleston.” Tom whispered, grin wide was he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Let’s go get married.” She smiled up at him, trusting him to guide her safely.

Tom couldn’t help but glance down at the woman tucked into his side. The flashing lights reflected off her warm brown hair and danced in her eyes.

He felt something he had never felt before when he looked at her, when she smiled up at him. It could just be the alcohol but he didn’t think so. In his heart, he knew what he felt was a love pure and simple. It was a love he had been chasing and seeking since he had become a man.

It was a love he needed logic and fear to step aside for him to see clearly.

Love was waiting for him, he had to just be willing to see it.

~~~~~<3

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Creighton’s and Dutton’s Don’t Mix

Request from hardywoman99 on Wattpad, Spencer has a daughter named Elizabeth who has been seeing a boy named James who is the son of Banner Creighton. One night when Spencer gets home he finds the boy in his house and handles the situation

James and I were talking in my bedroom and had been for most of the night since we got out of school early today. I knew my dad Spencer is still out working out on the ranch so I knew we most likely wouldn’t get caught. Laughing at something James said I didn't hear footsteps coming through the house or even tell that it was my father. The bedroom door got kicked open where we both turned our heads around seeing my father Spencer standing in the doorway. "Elizabeth, what the hell is a boy doing in our house!"

"Dad! I didn't think you'd be home for a few more hours." I jumped up scared that he was actually here right now.

James scrambled to his feet, running a hand through his hair since some of it fell in front of his eyes. "Mr. Dutton, we weren't doing anything I swear just talking-"

"Shut your mouth!" My father raised his shotgun up that I didn't know was behind his back. He aimed it at his chest. "Hands in the air and get walkin out the doorway now!"

James didn’t waste time and quickly bolted through the door with my father pushing him down the stairs almost. Thankfully Jacob and Cara were out working the land so we we’re just the ones in the large cabin house. Scurring after the pair I watched him get James out the front door still aiming the firearm at him off the front porch. “Dad, we didn’t do anything except talk.” I attempted to defend him.

“Be quiet, Elizabeth! Now you better Hugh tail your ass out of here or I’ll do the same thing I did to your father Banner. Do you understand?” My father growled seeing the boy run off into the sunset distance climbing onto the horse he rode over on. Spencer turned towards me lowering the firearm in his hand but by the look on his face I knew I was in trouble now. “I thought I made this perfectly clear, Lizzie. That you aren’t supposed to have any boys over here.”

Crossing my arms over my chest I snapped back at him. “We didn’t do anything remotely close to what you and mom do almost all the time.”

“This is not about me and your mother. This is about you bringing a Creighton boy to our ranch!” My father deepened his tone of voice at me.

Rolling my eyes I didn’t understand why he didn’t like James so much. I mean the way my mother Alexandra explained their love story you would think he would want the same sort of fairy tale to happen for me. Yet he’s never given me the chance to find out if that could happen with James or not. “Why don’t you like James, dad?” I asked softly knowing he wouldn’t give me an answer that wasn’t filled with rage.

“Because his father almost killed my entire family and took our ranch from us.” His time dropped lower as he spoke but I could see anger still in his dark eyes that were now focused on me.

Dropping my gaze to the wooden floor I mumbled. “I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t, sweetheart. Because I didn’t feel like telling you all that drama that has passed before you were born. I…I don’t want him or anyone in his family bloodline to hurt you.” Spencer slowly walked towards his daughter sitting the shotgun down and without warning pulled her in for a hug.

Wrapping my arms around him I sniffled through some tears hearing footsteps coming through the living room inside. The front door creaked open where he broke the hug barley with me where we could get a glimpse of my mother Alexandra or Alex as my father called her standing there. “Spencer, what is all the noise about. It’s the middle of the night.” She questioned him brushing a hand through her curly blonde locks.

“Nothing to worry about, honey. Just gettin’ a vermon off our property.” He responded to her shifting his gaze downward to me becoming more serious in his words once more. “As for you little Missy. You are grounded and don’t you go riding any horses until I feel that you’ve served your punishment.”

I gasped drawing away from him. “Dad, are you kidding me!”

“Spencer, surely you can do something a little less dramatic.” My mother suggested but he wasn’t having it.

He pointed back towards the staircase sending me off. “Sorry Alex but there isn’t. Go upstairs now.” Stomping my foot on the ground I wouldn’t get over how much I hate that our families were at war.

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canopy

a Destiel post-canon fix-it bit

Once Cas gets back, they orbit each other like a binary system. Always close but never getting close enough to speak the unspeakable. They spend the first few weeks in the bunker marinating in the awkward silences and equally awkward conversations before Dean has had enough.

He is a forty year old man who has faced down every thing from suburban ghosts to the creator of the universe and he feels almost embarrassed how he can’t strike up the nerve to talk to Cas.

So Dean packs a bag, walks to Cas’ room and tells him to suit up, get his shit and meet him in the garage in an hour. Cas just gives him that look that reminds Dean that Cas is a million year old celestial creature and Dean is a little human speck. It makes him grin all the way to the garage.

Cas shows up fifty minutes later, packed bag in tow. He’s wearing jeans and a dark blue henley covered by a chambray shirt that makes Dean’s mouth dry up because Cas looks handsome and capable and like a Winchester.

“Where are we going,” Cas asks, likely out of curiosity because Dean knows it won’t affect his decision to come along. “A hunt?”

“Hunt what?” Dean asks right back at him. “We, my angelic friend, are going to reap the rewards of killing God and go wherever the hell we want.”

With those words, Dean sits himself in the driver’s seat and pulls the door shut with a satisfying click. Cas joins him in the passenger’s seat and moves about until he’s sitting at a comfortable angle.

“We didn’t kill God,” Cas says. “We… deactivated him.”

Dean starts the car and turns to grin at Cas. “You didn’t do anything,” Dean says. “You were chilling in the Empty.”

Someone else might have been offended at the obvious dig, but Cas just grins back at him.

—-

Several weeks on the road and Dean has never felt free the way he does now. They’ve been to more than a dozen roadside attractions, some more bizarre than others. Cas likes the particularly strange ones, asks even stranger questions.

Dean gives the cheap motels a wide berth and gets the rooms in nice hotels.

In Vermont, he fishes out his phone while Cas is pumping gas and looks for a bed and breakfast. One, because he thinks it’s hilarious and two, he’s really always wanted to stay at one that wasn’t haunted.

“How do you feel about canopy beds?” Dean asks without looking up.

Cas clears his throat and puts the gaspump back. “Seems a bit redundant, a bed with a roof inside a building with a roof? But I guess it’s… cozy?”

Dean does look up at Cas, his finger hovering over the Book Now button. The man is all big blue eyes and heather grey sweatshirt and Dean is in love with him, probably has been for years.

“Would you like anything?” Cas asks as he starts walking towards the station to pay.

Dean shakes his head and hits the booking button like he’s on a mission.

When Cas comes back out, he puts a cold bottle of water in Dean’s hand even though Dean didn’t want anything.

“You need to hydrate yourself,” Cas says and turns to walk away.

“I love you,” Dean says. It stops Cas so abruptly it’s like time has stopped. “I’m… I’m in love with you. And we’re at a gas station which is a stupid place to say this but here we fucking are.”

Cas turns back to Dean and looks apprehensive.

“Before the Empty swiped you,” Dean keeps going because this once in a lifetime momentum and even he knows he’s on a one way street now. “You told me all these great things about me. And if anyone else had told me I would’ve laughed my ass off at them. But I actually believed you.”

The apprehension in Cas’ eyes remains steadfast, his whole body language like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“You told me you loved me,” Dean says. “And then you were gone. Didn’t even give me a chance to think about it, much less figure out that… you’re it for me too, Cas. You’re loyal and you’re brave and kind and maybe the most stubborn, toughest son of a bitch I’ve ever met.”

Thankfully the apprehension makes way for what looks like a spark of hope in Cas’ eyes. It reminds Dean yet again that this is a million year old celestial creature, hiding out in a human vessel, inexplicably in love with this little human speck.

“I love you, Castiel,” Dean says. He shrugs, because there’s nothing else he can think of to say.

Cas smiles at him so beautifully it becomes clear pretty quickly there’s nothing else he has to say.

—-

Later, Dean pulls the covers up over their heads and kisses Cas for what feels like the hundredth time. He decides he’ll never ever get tired of it.

“Under the covers, under a canopy, under a roof,” Dean says, smiling wide. Cas eyes are the color of the sky once the sun has set in the minimal light. “How’s that for redundant?”

“It’s cozy,” Cas says. He runs his knuckles over Dean’s face.

This is freedom, Dean decides. This is peace.

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mymoodwriting · 2 years

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Request for Anon (Professor!Jaehyun) 1.7k, drugs, non-con, dub-con, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex

“Is everything okay, y/n?”

You swallowed nervously as you stood before your professor. When he asked you to stay after class a million things ran through your mind. Everything you could get scolded over, everything you had done that could be taken the wrong way. You were so nervous, and as the room cleared out you got more anxious. At this point you were visibly shaking, and he had noticed.

“Fine… I’m fine…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… what did you want to see me about?”

“Ah, well, I’ve noticed that you’re being rather quiet in class. Now I do count participation towards your grade, and you haven’t had any marks so far. It could hurt you in the long run.”

“It’s 10 percent, without that I can still pass with a B plus, not including extra credit.”

“I see you have this all figured out, but it’s not good for you to think like that. It’s important to engage with your peers and the topics covered in class.”

“I’ll still pass either way…”

The Professor sighed. “Come see me at my office hours later so we can continue this and find a solution.”

“That’s just pointless…”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

You hated when your mouth would run off on its own, another reason you didn’t like participating in class. After spewing out something like that you reached a new level of anxiousness. Without thinking you bolted for the door, already feeling embarrassed although you stopped when your name was called.

“Y/n.”

“…”

“Office hours.”

“… yes professor…”

❤

You had never been called to one of your professors’ offices before. You went when you needed help with something or had a question, otherwise you’d avoid that type of interaction all together. Now you stood outside one of their offices and were nervous as hell to knock. Still you were expected so this shouldn’t be intrusive. You swallowed the lump in your throat and knocked, hoping that by some miracle he wasn’t in right now so you could leave. Instead you forced a decent smile as the door opened.

“Y/n, you made it. I was worried you’d ditch me.”

“We agreed to meet…”

“Yes, yes, come in.”

He stepped aside to let you in, telling you to get comfortable. That was practically impossible for you, but you did take a seat before his desk, trying not to seem too anxious.

“Water?” He unscrewed the lid and handed it to you. “To help you freshen up.”

“Thank you…”

Now you felt obligated to have some, although you probably did need it. Your mouth was getting rather dry. You downed about half before taking a deep breath. There was something you needed to say first.

“Professor.”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t-”

“I wasn’t offended by your words. If anything I was intrigued.”

“What?”

“You clearly have a lot on your mind and something to say. So I don’t understand why you don’t participate. I thought you were quiet because of the initial awkwardness in any class, but I’ve heard from your other professors that you are very quiet.”

“I don’t wanna talk…”

“Why not?”

“Cause I don’t.” You stated. “That’s good enough. Like I said before this is pointless, so I’m gonna-”

As soon as you stood up you felt dizzy, collapsing back down into your seat. You grabbed your head, trying to figure out what was happening. In your daze you hadn’t noticed the professor get up and come to your side. He knelt down, checking your temperature.

“Are you feeling sick?”

“Professor…”

“You can just call me Jaehyun when we’re alone.”

“I… I…”

“Sh, just relax. You accelerated the process by standing up, but you’ll be alright.”

“What…”

“You’re always so tense and nervous so I provided a little something to call you down. Nothing harmful I swear.”

“You… you…”

He began caressing your cheek, his other hand rubbing up and down your thigh. At this point you could barely register much, and he was fading in and out of focus in your vision.

“It’s cruel to deny me the chance to hear your sweet voice. Or perhaps you’re saving it for me.”

“Uh…”

Next thing you knew his lips were against yours, soft in his movements but aggressive in his desires. You pushed him away, wiping clean your lips. He merely chuckled.

“Too soon?”

“We… can’t…”

“Says who? Doors locked and I have no appointments.” Jaehyun kissed your cheek. “It’s just us.”

He started trailing kisses down your neck, hands slipping under your shirt to feel skin. You shivered from his touch, trying to push him away but he stood firm where he was. He got you out of your shirt, his kisses going down your chest and between your breasts. He unhooked your bra and got it off, being gentle with your breasts but taking one of your nipples into his mouth and tugging on it. A noise you had never made before escaped your lips, and in your haze you felt embarrassed.

“That was cute, but I want something more.”

Jaehyun pulled you up to your feet, but you couldn’t really stand on your own. That wasn’t really a problem as he bent you over his desk, his hands groping your ass. He hummed to himself, feeling you up. He leaned over, kissing up your back. You whimpered, moving ever so slightly, trying to find something to use. You could feel him tugging down your skirt, his hand rubbing you through your panties.

“You don’t have much experience do you? Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”

“Uh…”

“You’re getting so wet, am I your favorite professor?”

“No…”

“Hm, I guess I’ll have to change that.”

You were suddenly flipped over, your head spinning once more. You heard Jaehyun fumble with his pants, hearing his slight moans. You knew what he was doing and what was coming next. You felt his hand go into your panties, his fingers rubbing against your folds, and it wasn’t long before he pushed one into you. Instinctively your legs tried to close up but he forced them apart.

“You have to get your participation points baby girl.”

You tried to say something, but the only thing that came out of your mouth were incoherent mumbles. You felt him tug down your panties, feeling completely exposed now. He caressed your body again, his fingers working you over. You hated that this heat was building in you because of his actions, but in your state you couldn’t resist him, you couldn’t resist anything. Then you felt it, something poking at your entrance, something big.

“… professor…”

“Jaehyun. Say it.”

“…”

“Say it.”

You cried out as he pushed everything in with one swift thrust. You arched your back, desperately trying to find something to hold onto as your body was assaulted with this unfamiliar feeling. Jaehyun slipped his hands into yours, and you held on tight. You slowly got used to his length, squeezing him without meaning too, making him moan into your ear.

“That’s good… that’s a good girl… you still haven’t said my name…”

“Jae… jaehyun…”

“Hm, I like the sound of that. Let’s see if you’ll scream it out.”

You barely registered his words before he started moving. Nearly pulling out all the way and then slamming right back into you. Every move of his made you shake with pleasure you hadn’t felt before. It also hurt, his actions just slamming you into the desk over and over again, but it all just blurred together. One moment you were groaning from the pain, and the next you were moaning from the pleasure.

“… fuck…”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m doing.” Jaehyun grunted. “You’re so fucken tight baby, I like it.”

“… please…”

“Please what? You want more? You wanna cum? Use your words baby.”

“… hm…”

“I guess you can’t. That’s okay. I got you.”

You felt hot, like something was about to explode in you, and that frightened you. In the moment your hand found something. You weren’t sure what it was, but it kinda felt like a rock. Regardless, you held it tight, and swung your hand up at Jaehyun, hitting his head. You knocked him back, managing to get him off. The momentum also helped you sit up, your feet touching the floor. You were still unsteady, but you had some strength to stand. You could vaguely see Jaehyun on the floor, but you just wanted out. You only took a few steps before a hand was around your leg and you were yanked back.

“So that’s how you want it.”

Jaehyun didn’t sound too happy, and he tugged you towards him. He got you on your knees, ass up high, shoving your face into the ground. You tried squirming but your head started swimming when he trusted back into you, filling you up and making you feel good. He held your hips firmly, slamming into you over and over again. You balled up your hands into fists, biting down on your lip, trying and failing to focus on anything else.

“Speak up baby, I can’t hear you.”

Jaehyun reached down and grabbed your face, getting you to stop biting your lips. A ragged moan escaped you and he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“Good girl.”

He continued his motions, driving you to the edge without warning. His name spilled from your mouth as you shook in pleasure, squeezing him tightly. He held you tight in the moment, his own thrusts starting to lose rhythm and getting sloppy. Your head was spinning from everything that had happened, soon enough feeling him spill inside you, filling you to the brim and making you feel warm. He rested his head against your back, still lightly moving his hips as he rode out his high.

“Fuck… you feel so good baby…”

You completely collapsed on the floor, laying on your back with Jaehyun on top of you, placing lazy kisses on your chest. You had a dazed smile plastered on your face, the edges of your vision black.

“… jaehyun…”

“Hm?” He looked up, only to see you had passed out. “Had fun I see. Don’t worry, I’ll count this as your participation for today. I hope we can do it again next time.”

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unholywriter · 9 months

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Chapter Three

Percival Fredrickstien von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

Warnings: None.

We’re All Runaways

Chapter Four: From The Hideout

Nor’i didn’t even give time for Reginald to help open the main doors. The pure bulk force from this woman was remarkable. Heading out, she managed too allow the brisk nip in the air too blanket her exposed skin. Shuffling through the snow, she sped on too the town square.

As for Percival, he finished his tea, set it down and gave Lord Euston a fair warning. “Don’t make dealings with the Briarwood’s.” As his tea cup left his hand finally, Lord Euston looked down at the paper he set it on. Signature’s from the Briarwood’s that were on a letter sent to him were now stained with tea splashes of red.

Before he could look up and search Percy’s eyes. Percy had already left the study, and continued his way out of the estate. Nor’i trotted through the snow, leaving behind a trial. But among the other prints for those who’ve woken this morning, it would be hard for Percy to track. Even her weight, you’d expect her to be slowed down. But she was light as a feather and left just as quick leaving the white haired boy far behind. What was he even thinking? Actually considering to work with such a stranger? He sighed, taking a hard right and heading back too the tavern.

As for Nor’i, her thoughts cared not for Percy. He was an obstacle she’ll have no choice too encounter down the road on this job but, for now she was scouring the market watching young children and teenager’s toss snow balls straight at each other’s faces. Lord Euston spoke of Lance’s friends. The rift raft of Ironheart. Standing aside the bakery’s doors smashing on a fresh baked bread; she kept her gaze with limited attention. She’d look upon the children, and then the few others that headed too their morning errands. she was looking specifically for the roughest of the bunch. The bully, the one who’d run tail between his leg’s because that’s what they’d all do with a situation like Lance’s. Although the assumptions were tossed aside as a blonde haired, freckled brown eyed girl came barreling after one that be considered a small fry. Oh how she was the leader of this possible rough batch of runts.

She pummeled a smaller kid with dirty blonde hair, a ragged looking overall attire with patch worked gloves. He stood no chance as he balled up in the snow and the rest of her followers joined in with more snow balls. A sigh left her lips, she couldn’t say anything because she was that girl when she was young. All she could remember was the times her and Grove bullied younger kids into doing things they didn’t want to do. Although, Grove real quick was the one who managed to turn Nor’i around really fast once he saw his feathers were falling off. It was a learning process of being young, not only that. Grove was indeed an Orphan so her parents took him in. Growing up together, she missed that. A solemn expression crept on her face. Someday, this girl will learn. Just the fact Lance’s death should have been enough. Although, someone so young might have a hard time realizing that it’s their hand they dealt the fate of others in.

Stepping forward, she managed to walk and stand behind the kids without notice. She cleared her throat, and crossed her arms waiting for their response. It was as if scaring a bunch of gutter cats. Their hair all raised up at their spines, the petrified look of being on edge. Spinning around, the teenage blonde girl looked up at Nor’i wide eyed. “W-what do you want?!”

The bratty tone that left her mouth only made Nor’i raise an eyebrow. “Look kid, if you don’t start allowing that poor boy a breath he might rain some hell on you later on in life that’ll you’ll definitely not see coming.”

“What? Bigly? Ha!” She sort of snorted. “He couldn’t tie a shoe lace together let alone come up with any master plan to get back at us.” The blonde girl crossed her arms together, the others following and snickering laughs.

“Is that what you thought of Lance Euston before you got him killed?” Nor’i tilted her head, and the instant sound of crickets that played as a melody for these kids only confirmed she was right.

“I ain’t got nothin’ to do with that!” The blonde girl pointed at her and was beginning to step away. So far that she began to stumble on the kids behind her. “H-he’s the crazy one…” She began to push past them. “Move!” And as she did she began to run, the kids soon following in suit. Nor’i continued to watch with a shake of the head. The story with those kids were over so far, looking down she saw Bigly, still curled up sniffling in the snow.

“Come on kid.” She bent down and held out her hand. From under his arms he still held his head tucked under, two pair of blue eyes pierced at her like ice daggers in fear. There was hesitation, so she smiled. “Let’s get you warmed up and you can tell me all about how these kids are a bunch of little shits. Maybe I can tell you how too stand up for yourself in exchange, yeah?”

“They’ll make it worse if I snitch!” He began to loosen his tense posture but still kept his position.

“The only thing that makes it worse if you do nothing about it.” She kept her hand out, that smile still tugging her lips. It was gentle, and genuine. For some reason, she remembered Grove all drenched in oil, dirt and curled up in a back alley of a town her family was visiting at the time. Slowly the kid began to rise. “Bigly right?”

He took her hand, and she helped him up. “It’s Murphy actually, they just call me that to be mean.”

Nor’i began walking to the Bakery yet again, seeing her bread she dropped in the snow. “Well come on Murphy, let me get us both something warm to eat and I can lend you my war stories for when I was younger.”

“Okay.” Left his lips, and the two ventured back inside. The heat of the ovens was yet again welcoming, and Murphy fastened his pace too the display case. He turned back too her, his hands still on the glass and the biggest puppy eyes fell upon his features. “Anything?”

A sigh left her lips, as if she wasn’t going to give the kid what he wanted. “Yes, anything.”

After a quick transaction, Nor’i and Murphy settled back at the tavern. They began to eat their breakfast now warming up yet again. She watched this kid ravish the cherry filled dumpling’s as if he’d never eaten such a treat ever before. “This is so delicious.” He beamed. “Thank you.”

“Your parents do feed you right?” Nor’i snacked with small bites at her muffin.

“More than they eat themselves yes. But we can’t afford stuff like this all the time.” He took another rambunctious bite. From down the stairs, Nor’i’s back turned she didn’t notice. Percival had stopped dead in his tracks once he saw her. Raising an eyebrow as she sat with this young boy not more then fourteen.

“Then you already know the lesson of cherishing the things you have. That’s a good one too know.” She tilted her head, another smile being displayed. Percy moved to stand close by, leaning against a wooden pillar hidden from both their views. He crossed his arms and continued too listen in.

“I’m sorry lady, but you don’t look like you got too worry much about whether you get a next meal or not.” He wiped a bit of cherry off his chin.

“I get by here and there, but years ago I had to figure out first hand that there’s a once in a million chance some kind stranger would pay for my dumplings out of the kindness of their heart.” She took another small bite, savoring the berried flavor.

“But you need to know things about Lance Euston don’t you?” Murphy’s full attention was now on her. Her smile quickly slithered into a grin.

“Sharp perception my fine little pastry covered friend.” She tittered a small chuckle.

“I know what bribery is, but you could have just asked me instead of buttering me up you know.” Murphy let a grin soon follow.

Nor’i wasn’t too surprised, children are often very sneaky and very mischievous. “If you’re this smart Murphy, why’re you letting those kids be such dick’s too you?”

“Maybe later down the road they’ll need something from me and I bet it will make them seethe when they finally cash it in. Especially Kilana.” He wiped some cherry off his cheek.

“She’s the ring leader right?” Nor’i rose an eyebrow.

“Only because of her fists, I always wonder what could be rattling inside her head sometimes though.” He pressed his lips together. “Look, that night wasn’t supposed to happen like it did. We all weren’t even supposed to be up at the hideout.”

“Hideout?” She tilted her head yet again. Much like a cat with its own curiosity. It just so happen Nor’i matched the agileness too.

“It’s a secret cavern an hour or so up the Fallen Rock Trial.” He consulted. “It’s a place the rest of the towns kids have been going too for ages. I’m sure the adults know about it, it probably some way or another connects to the mines as well.”

“What happened that night?” She narrowed her eyelids now.

“Well I had brought a bunch of-“ He cut himself off getting bashful. His eye contact faltering.

“Spit it out kid, was it some ale or something?”

“Y-yeah.” He took a deep breath in and said with a hush. “I may or may not have taken a crate from Lady Zenobia here.”

“Uh huh.” She shook her head with a grin. “You could have done a lot worse Murphy, don’t worry about it too much. Beside I’m sure you learned your lesson.”

“Absolutely.” He nodded with haste and widened blue eyes.

“And Lance?” She took another small bite of her muffin.

“He brought some bottles of this fine wine he said he got from his dad. Dragon tears?” He sighed. “I don’t remember the other names.”

“Of course, was he trying too fit in too much did you notice?” She looked the kid over for maybe the millionth time trying too memorize his tells.

“Well, the others followed in line with Kilana, and she didn’t like him at all because he’s a noble so they all seemed to not like him either.” A look of grief crossed his features.

“And you?” She dusted the remaining crumbs from her hands. But she stopped abruptly once she noticed how tense he was now, how he looked to his lap with an overwhelming sense of sorrow. He didn’t respond and she furrowed her eyebrows with gloom. “You cared for him didn’t you?”

“Mhm..” He nodded still avoiding eye contact. His tone broken and timid now. A shaky exhale, and he continued. It was more of a whisper. “I got him killed you know.”

“How about you tell me more and I can determine if that’s the case alright Murphy?” Nor’i spoke so gently now. She knew she had to handle this delicately. So this was as delicate she’d go.

“I told you we all weren’t supposed to be there.” He continued looking up now. He was still bashful, and a tint of pink lit up his cheeks. “It was only supposed to be me and Lance since the others didn’t like him much. But some how they found out, and they came in and ruined everything.”

“How so?” Nor’i began to suspect but didn’t press. He needed to tell the story.

“They acted like finally he was apart of the group. Everyone was having fun, even Lance. But I couldn’t. I sat back most of the night and was about to leave when Lance came up to me all drunk on whatever he could get his hands on.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Kilana was basically force feeding him more Ale by the end, and I think…” He trialed off. “I know he liked her. I guess I was a little upset about that because I screamed at him. I said some really mean things and trailed off out of cavern. The snow was coming down heavy again. But I remember him reaching for my arm.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. “I told him I liked him. That it drove me crazy he was hung up on Kilana. How absolutely stupid he was for thinking she liked him back.” Looking up his eyes burned into hers. “He didn’t get to reply when we heard the rumble, felt it come from the cavern.”

“Did it cave in?” Nor’i tensed slightly, but it was very unnoticeable.

“No. Something got out.”

#percy de rolo #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #critical role #dnd #dungeons and dungeons #dnd shenanigans #nor’i vo #nor’ival #percy de rolo x nor’i vo #nor’i #we’re all runaways #percy de rolo fan fiction #vox machina fan fiction

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mememanufactorum · 10 months

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Badger’s Best of 2022 sentence starters

* FEEL FREE TO SHARE AS YOU PLEASE, NO CREDIT NEEDED. CHANGE PRONOUNS OR ANYTHING ELSE AS DESIRED.

* All lines are from this video made by content creator TheRussianBadger.

“I didn’t come here to fuckin’ read!”

“I will carpet bomb your house.”

“No, we’re not going in the direction of ranch.”

“I don’t want to see another video of [name] killing a wasp with ranch dressing.”

“Fuck you, you’re going to the ranch dimension.”

“It’s Ezekiel torn, the Lord is coming back for us. Take me, God!”

“What alcohol do you think [name] would drink? 100% malt liquor.”

“Pass me that travel size Jack Daniels.”

“Yeah, I cleared the house. Off the fucking map.”

“Doctor tried to give me Tylenol instead of percs so I punched him in his fuckin’ face.”

“Your voice is so bassy that my subwoofer keeps shaking my entire fucking wall and I’m scared.”

“You smell like fuckin’ beans, dog.”

“What did I just hear? That doesn’t even sound like an insult.”

“Hey, fall over, break your neck. It’ll be funny.”

“You deserve a bullet.”

“How about you immerse yourself in a shower, bro?”

“I might be 29 years old with dementia, ‘cuz I forgot entirely what the fuck I was gonna say!”

“You did not find your jaw under your bed.”

“The tooth fairy should give you a Dodge Charger if you put your jaw under your bed.”

“Kentucky is literally just farming coal, fried chicken, and horses.”

“Physics wasn’t lying, that particle can exist upon observation.”

“If I hear another ‘swas’, I will fire my Kar 98k into oncoming traffic.”

“I’m showing these mortals what’s good.”

“Even your exhale was autotuned.”

“You sound like a Decepticon charging up.”

“That’s not the pitch moving, that’s just me existing.”

“Yeah, this is going great. Suck my fucking dick.”

“The ocean is a soup. Well, it’s filled with microplastics, so I hope you’re hungry.”

“I hit critical mass, bro. My computer just died.”

“I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club. You can’t even get in.”

“Michael Jordan’s classic punchline when he sunk it from three: Shabingus.”

“What the dog doing? Literally crushing an entire metropolis.”

“My wife is the greatest, I really love her. First thing I hear? ‘Cringe’.”

“Parry this, you stupid fuckin’ lizard.”

“I land an 86-hit combo, he hits one haymaker and I just fuckin’ DIE?”

“Go left, you fuckin’ rat.”

“Why are you giggling like a goblin?”

“The rule of God is incoming.”

“Now I know what you meant by ‘the blast radius is YES’.”

“I rob literally everyone I know on purpose.”

“You can’t call me mommy either. You guys are fucking weird.”

“I’m not even shooting that guy, that was so impressive.”

“My brother in Christ, you are witnessing our extinction.”

“That’s him, officer, he wasn’t using the Wii wrist strap.”

“That is, like, the ultimate form of spawn camping.”

“Yeah, because we can barely fuckin’ hear you. Shut the fuck up.”

“That shit was actually giving me a headache a little bit.”

“You are blind in your left eye, don’t talk to us about not having RGB.”

“I’m blind in both eyes, don’t feel bad.”

“Your cat stole your radiator? How does a cat steal a radiator?”

“Nah, bro, he do be certified in HVAC.”

“If you don’t like the dollar fifty hot dog at Costco, you belong in a jail cell. I have nothing else to say to you.”

“I pour the milk, I pour the cereal, and then I get out the bowl.”

“It don’t really matter which one’s first. The bowl is last. Everybody knows that.”

“Blunt force trauma to the head is what killed the very hungry caterpillar?”

“You just made me uncontrollably sneeze.”

“I did not stand a chance. The game was rigged from the start.”

“The fucking brain on this kid!”

“When vehicles are the only thing tethering you to the earth.”

“This silence got me fucked up.”

“Damn, that’s sad as hell. You gotta light up your dinner with a BIC?”

“Nah, it’s been going good these last few months, I got a fourth lighter.”

“I take some chicken noodle Campbell’s soup with me, right? I stick it in the fire and I let the ash get in the soup, and you mix it around, and, I swear to God, it makes it taste better.”

“You know what I do? Not fucking that.”

“That just woke me out of my nap, bro. That brought me to reality.”

“Turn that bullshit channel off, bro, I’m trying to go back to bed.”

“I will fucking kill you if you change the hot dog.”

“It’s really funny when you have to explain what Hamburger Helper is to your wife. She does not understand what it is.”

“Y’all be eating? Shit, I’m over here just breathing, that’s all I get. Good old bowl of air soup.”

“I’m pretty sure [name] had to pay his rent with beans this month.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go drink a gallon of rat poison, I’ll be right back.”

“I’m about to turn you into a fucking Hot Pocket.”

“That lizard took one sip of the McDonald’s Sprite and I was DONE.”

“Why do you laugh like a fucking hyena?”

“Did someone just say unemployment rate falls to zero when you commit genocide on a fucking planet?”

“You can’t glass a fucking planet and say ‘I did it because it solved the unemployment problem’.”

“I now understand why he’s so pissed, bro. That motherfucking bird was outrunning his ass for YEARS.”

“I would be so pissed if all I heard every day: ‘MEEP MEEP’.”

“Make it make sense, dude.”

“Y’all gonna kill me the way y’all talking, bruh.”

“What about that... Mother-motherfucker 43?”

“Ah yes, the ultimate trait in a sniper rifle: A glaring lack of accuracy.”

“You zigged when you should have zagged, my boy.”

“Head empty, only bullet.”

“Give me all the flash grenades you have.”

“Bitch, I’m back out my coma.”

“I am not accepting that reality.”

“Google’s gonna call you an idiot like the fucking computer from Courage.”

“Why am I getting in trouble for speaking the truth?”

“He’s already in jail for second rate shaboingery.”

“Are you talking about the kid that actually went to jail for shaboingery?”

“Imagine being brought in on felony tomfoolery charges.”

“I will admit I was fully aware and cognizant of what I was doing. This was not an accident.”

“You know [name]? He’s allergic to water, dumbass was a fisher for eight years.”

“He’s allergic to water? How? He IS water!”

“Damn, that’s pretty hydrophobic of you. Why would you say that?”

“I need you to put ONE BALL in the hole and you couldn’t land shit!”

“Y’all the type to put fifty dollars down for that stuffed animal, huh?”

“For a second there, I became that meme of that dude sitting in a fast food restaurant just glowing orange.”

“You can’t say the word ‘hamster’ without laughing. ‘Hamster’ is a real word.”

“You’re going to heaven, big boy.”

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trophyorachampionring · 2 years

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Nancy having to choose between Reader and Steve? ST4

Complicated Decisions

Nancy Wheeler x Gender Neutral Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

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Summary: The only thing you have in common with Steve Harrington is knowing that loving Nancy Wheeler has consequences. Nancy deduces how factual that is when it becomes clear that she cannot have both.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, love triangle, changing Steve's lines ig..?

I seem to have switched from Reader's perspective to Nancy's. Hope that's okay. I also hope that this fic is somewhat understandable.

Nancy’s dark locks cascade down her shoulders, face bright red from embarrassment. You watch Steve Harrington make her laugh. You watch them become too caught up in each other’s presence, making it seem like the lot of you weren’t about to dive headfirst into the unknown.

Nancy leans into Steve’s touch and you have to pretend like your heart isn’t breaking into a million pieces.

“If we make it out of here, let me take you out to dinner.” You hear Steve say.

Walking faster than the rest of the group, you force yourself to move, deciding that you didn’t want to hear Nancy’s response because it’ll further inflict damage upon the cut that always bleeds.

The sooner one of these vines gets you, the better.

You would prefer to be hurt so you can focus on something else.

“Just be happy for them.” You say to yourself in your head. “The last thing they need is a fucking delusional idiot who thought they’d actually have a chance against the former king of Hawkins to be with Nancy Wheeler.”

Someone catches up to you, touching your shoulder. The rough hands you recognized as Eddie’s were pulled back as soon as you sent a deathly glare his way.

Eddie grimaces. “How are you?”

You laugh wryly. “I feel like shit, thanks.”

“Figured.”

Your lack of a witty comeback to his insight caused Eddie to worry.

“You might still have a chance.”

“Do you say that to every person who looks at Nancy Wheeler like the entire world revolves around her and thinks that we’re all just tiny specs who should be grateful just to know her?”

Your rhetorical question comes out harsher than you thought. To further prevent useless arguments, you put distance between you and the Munson boy. “Leave me alone.” You tell him, proceeding to walk forward without looking where you were going, causing you to trip on a vine.

Both Eddie and Nancy surge forward in time to catch you, hands gripping a side of your arm.

“Fuck!” You hiss in pain, looking at a gash in your leg.

Nancy repositions her arm, placing it on your waist to help you gain balance. “Y/n! Are you alright?!” She frantically scans your body. “Holy shit, your leg!”

You grit your teeth in annoyance, using your strength to push Nancy away. “I’m fine! Just stay the hell away from me!” You snap, regretting your words when Nancy’s eyes well with tears and her hands start shaking. That’s how you could tell she is wondering if she did anything wrong or if she did anything that hurt you. “Nance, I’m…”

The girl you’re in love with steps away, respecting your wishes no matter how much she wants to do the opposite. “I’m sorry.” She says as she turns away, leaving you behind.

Steve reaches for Nancy’s hand. “She needs space. It’s okay. You know how it gets.”

Nancy shakes her head, looking up at the sky in a weak attempt to stop the tears from spilling out. She jerks her hand away from him, “I need some distance too.” She doesn’t look at Steve as she says it, considering her unsaid feelings like a liability among these trying times where it is so hard not to screw up.

Nancy’s mind is filled with various thoughts paired with the conflicting feelings she has for you and Steve. To summarize, it was a mess.

Steve is simple, kind, loving, and yes, maybe he could be dense sometimes but that’s what makes him special. He’s protective, always the first to go into protective mode whenever danger is around. The guy would put his ass on the line for the people he cares about. Nancy adores how passionate he is about what he wants. While he isn’t the champion for expressing what he truly means, Steve makes up for it by showing it using his actions. He wants to love just like the people living in this planet. It’s what he desires more than everything. Steve gives his all to the one lucky enough to have captured his heart. Nancy would like to think she desires the same thing.

He wants to be there for Nancy because no one has ever been there for him except Robin and at times, Dustin. His parents could care less as long as Steve upholds the good reputation of the Harrington name. Steve likes listening to anything Nancy talks about even if he doesn’t understand the terms. He likes making Nancy feel seen and heard. No matter how much Steve tries to deny that he still loves Nancy, it’s already clear by the look on his face.

Then there’s you.

Humorous, complicated, and closed off.

You pretend to not care about everyone. It’s a front you put up to protect yourself from getting hurt. Nancy has seen you brush things off like they’re unimportant, but you’re the one who remembers the details. You tell Lucas you’re not sure if you could show up for his games. However, you’re the first one who arrives at the place of the competition besides the cheer squad and the band. She saw you roll your eyes at Dustin when he talked about Suzie, but you volunteered to fix Cerebro when the kid was so distressed about not having any idea where else he could contact his girlfriend. Will has only mentioned his birthday once and it was when you were drunk and Nancy asked him to keep talking so you could stay awake. On March 22nd, you showed up on his doorstep with a big cake and a smile.

You rented all of Nancy’s favorite movies to cheer her up after she didn’t do well on a test. The two of you watched said movies until the sun came up and her dad complained about the television usage. Whenever you come by and she’s staying up late to study, coffee and stacks of pancakes were always waiting outside her doorstep along with cute notes encouraging her to study hard or cheesy lines. You never interrupt her study sessions because it’s hard for her to focus when people keep bothering her.

She could go on.

If she doesn’t choose now, she would keep hurting the two people who have been making her life better. If she doesn’t choose now, she could risk losing you. If she doesn’t choose now, she could lose both you and Steve.

Your smile, the sound of your laughter, your voice in the morning. You are her weakness.

But so is Steve.

And Nancy Wheeler would rather die than have to choose between either of you.

#steve harrington #stranger things #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #stranger things four #stranger things 4 #steve x nancy #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #stancy #trophyorachampionring

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duhragonball · 10 months

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Super Dragon Ball Heroes 47-49

All right, it’s about time we wrapped this web-anime up...

So Demigra gained Dark Factor powers, plus he controls the Scroll of Eternity, so he’s riding high at the moment. The first thing he does is alter the landscape of Aeos’ tournament battleground. I’m not sure why this matters, since none of these environments were real or anything, right?

Then he summons various bad guys to fight the warriors on the battleground. And not just the usual suspects, either. We’re talking deep cuts, like Chilled from “Episode of Bardock”, and Fin, a Majin from the SDBH manga. I think Towa created Fin, but I’m not sure.

Also, some of Mechikabura’s crew from the Dark Empire saga, again seen in the manga. This is weird, because a number of these guys would consider Demigra an enemy, although maybe they’d sing a different tune since he’s the Dark King.

We finally got Super 13 and Lord Slug in this show. So now the only classic movie baddies left unused are Garlic Junior and Bio-Broly. I’ll be looking for them down the line, when SDBH releases the “Fugliest Yaoi Couple” Arc.

Oh, and here’s Baby Vegeta and Hatchiyack, ready to take on Jiren. See, what irks me about this series is that this would actually be pretty fun to watch. Would these two brutes stand a chance, or would Jiren blow them away with his awesome strength? But instead we just get this one shot to tease the idea, with no follow-through. And that would make sense, considering that we have a main plot to follow, but that main plot always involves the same characters doing the same moves over and over again.

And we’ve got Cell, but so what? This show already brought back Cell and didn’t do anything with him, so why should I get excited when they do it a second time?

Also, SSJ4 Broly is here, but Xeno Gogeta takes care of him. I’m not clear on whether this was a bad guy Demigra arranged to help him, or if this is the same Broly who was entered in Aeos’s tournament, and he just wandered over here on his own.

Seriously, this is really weak stuff. We’ve seen fusion in this show at least ten times now, and this is the second or third time they’ve had Broly barge into the story as a wildcard. I was going to say they had Broly fight Gogeta already, but no, that was Vegito the last time, my mistake. I mean, what the hell? The whole appeal of Dragon Ball Heroes was the plethora of what if scenarios and weird dream matches that you couldn’t get anywhere else. But this show’s been running for five years now, and what do they do? Broly vs. Gogeta. Yeah, that’s totally fresh and novel. It’s not like they made a feature film about it or anything.

Goku tries to stop Demigra, but he gets wiped out, so Aeos tries to beat him with some big special move she rarely uses. Also no sale. Demigra just powers out of it the same as anything else.

Meanwhile, I gues Chilled must have killed Vidro’s people, because he talks about finishing the job when he sees her, and this gets her all fired up.

Vidro and Yamcha do a combo move where he makes a Soukidan and she covers it in broken glass, and they drop it on Chilled’s head. Then Vidro proposes to Yamcha, so things are moving very quickly here.

Demigra’s got Goku dead to rights, but then Vegeta shows up to make the save, and that gives Chronoa and idea. She asks Aeos to keep Demigra busy while she executes a plan to save the day. Is it fusion? Yes, yes it is.

Meanwhile, Trunks and Future Gohan are getting beat down, and Gohan apologizes for letting him down, but Trunks tells him that they can protect each other this time, and fight side-by-side. And I guess that’s a dream come true for both of them, since Trunks never had the chance in his timeline, and this version of Gohan comes from a world where he survived but his Trunks got killed.

So Vegito seems to turn the tide against Demigra, but he’s not too worried because he estimates that their fusion will dissolve relatively quickly if he keeps fighting at this level. So Demigra weathers the storm and...

Yeah, they come apart, and Demigra takes out Vegeta just to make sure they don’t try this again.

Demigra powers up and powers up his minions, then shoots a big energy ball down at Goku. He tries his best to stop it, but he can’t do it alone.

But then he’s joined by Future Gohan, who reluctantly left Trunks to fight alone so he could lend support to Goku.

But Trunks isn’t alone for long, as a bunch of good guys start showing up to help. Are these the other fighters from the tournament? Didn’t Aeos erase them already?

Then Bardock shows up to help Gohan and Goku against Demigra. He gives them a pep talk and they power up some more. Goku goes Ultra Instinct, Bardock turns Super Saiyan 4...

... And I don’t think Future Gohan changes at all. Well, anyway, their combined power finally pushes Demigra back...

... and that’s it. We’ll have to wait until Episode 50 comes out to see if Demigra is defeated or not. I would think this would do the trick. I mean, they already used Fusion as a false finish, so if this triple Kamehameha can’t do it, I don’t know what else there is to try.

So for now, that takes care of Super Dragon Ball Heroes. It’s a fun little diversion, but it’s pretty weak on plot and long-term storytelling. The show mainly depends on namedropping and cramming as many power ups and characters into each episode to get attention. I’m glad I waited this long to watch the whole thing in a short period of time, because checking this thing out in 9 minute installments once every 6-8 weeks would get really, really frustrating.

#dragon ball #super dragon ball heroes #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #vegeta #vegito #demigra #gohan #trunks #bardock #broly #supreme kai of time #aeos #chilled #vidro #yamcha

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