#and thanks again for the ask

[wandering-words]

30 for avanine if you haven't already, plz and ty🫶

(Ok for anyone keeping track, I’ve fulfilled 3, 8, 12, 13, 17, 24, 25, 27, 36 but if anyone wants to see anything else then just send me an ask!)

Thank you for this ask! This is a reimagining of Ava and Vanetta meeting hehe.

Hope you enjoy :)

30 - ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

Janine didn’t know why she let Erika drag her to the hookah club again.

Nothing good ever came from Janine going to a club, if last time’s interactions with Gregory and Ava were any indication, but Erika reassured her that this time would be different.

“Come on, girl, what’s the likelihood that Gregory would show up again?” Erika said as she rifled through her closet, clicking her tongue as she pulled out dress after dress, each one making her mouth scrunch up in disgust before she kept looking.

Janine couldn’t argue with that.

“And you know you’d love it if he did,” Erika said with a shit-eating grin, and Janine rolled her eyes, trying desperately to hide that Erika was right.

Janine didn’t want to ruin their friendship, she really didn’t, but something about Gregory made her feel a certain type of way. It filled her with a warmth that she hadn’t even felt for Tariq.

He was just so kind, so thoughtful, so attentive, and it made Janine realize that she’d always deserved better than Tariq. Not that she thought less of him, just that she deserved more than someone whose gaze always passed over her. (And not just because she was short.)

“And you’re going to love what I picked out for you this time!”

The dress Erika chose for her was a bit different. It was another black dress with a slightly deeper neckline and long sleeves. Clearly black was becoming Janine’s signature color in Erika’s mind.

Erika pulled out a dark red dress for herself, sitting down in her makeup chair and putting on her makeup almost robotically, as if she did this every week. She brought out the brown in her eyes with the eyeliner, swiping the mascara brush against her lashes to make them look fuller, thicker, more enticing.

It almost made Janine insecure, the shorter woman settling for light foundation, mascara, and lip gloss, but it felt more authentically her. She was keeping her hair curly this time, too.

When they finally entered the club, Janine felt her insides swim with anxiety. The last time she’d gone clubbing was before winter break, and she forgot how overwhelming the environment was. Music blasted through the DJ’s speakers, the bass thumping through her body, and the place reeked of alcohol, sweat, sex, and cigarette smoke. The lighting was dark, sparse, and had purple undertones.

All of the new stimulation was enough for Janine to feel overwhelmed, feeling the anxious feeling in her stomach churning more threateningly, but then Erika guided Janine’s fingers to rest in the crook of Erika’s elbow.

“Just follow me, I know this is still new to you,” Erika said, and Janine felt her stomach settle just a little bit at Erika’s coaxing.

“Okay,” Janine said with a nervous laugh, following her friend to the bar where she ordered different drinks for them. She handed Janine another tequila sunrise, and Janine enjoyed the sharpness of the orange mixed with the sweetness of the grenadine, regretting not having more of her drink the last time.

But she didn’t get to enjoy her drink much more than last time, as she saw two people who managed to make her stomach churn with that all-familiar anxiety.

The club lights seemed to focus on one person, and when Janine looked over to see who it was, she felt her heart leap into her throat.

The woman in question had dark, wavy hair and Janine recognized the wide, knowing smile, one that was never directed at her, she only got a raised eyebrow and a flat-lined smile.

It was her mom.

The formidable, absent, Vanetta Teagues.

Just her luck. The woman who was “too busy” to visit Janine at work or at home, despite living not too far from the school or Janine’s apartment, apparently wasn’t too busy to stop herself from grinding on men at the club.

What was worse was seeing the woman behind her mother.

It was none other than Ava Coleman, and it looked like the two of them were… friends?

Ava looked at Vanetta almost admiringly, and Janine felt her body tense uncomfortably.

How was it that Janine had to fight for every morsel of attention Ava gave her, only to be rewarded with insults, while her mother, who seemingly had everything, won Ava over through a single interaction?

Then Ava locked eyes with the shorter woman, and she saw Ava give her a half-smile in acknowledgement, which was honestly more than Janine thought she’d get. She sauntered over to Janine quickly and confidently, not hiding the way she appraised Janine’s body on the way over.

“Janine Teagues, back at the club? Wouldn’t have guessed that,” Ava said in a way of greeting, smiling one of her showmanship smiles at the shorter woman before downing the shot in her hand. Janine grimaced, but Ava didn’t break a sweat.

Janine was looking from Ava and back to her mom, hoping that her mom wouldn’t notice her. Part of her hoped desperately that, because her mom never really paid any attention to Janine anyway, that she wouldn’t see the two of them together.

No such luck.

“Janine, baby, is that you?” Vanetta said, her voice pitching higher at the end of her question. She wrapped her daughter in a bone-crushing hug, and Janine cringed at the smell of her mom’s musky perfume mixed with vodka.

Ava furrowed her brow, clearly confused as she looked between an uncomfortable Janine and a beaming Vanetta.

“You two know each other?”

Janine sighed. It was now or never.

“Ava, this is… my mom.”

For the first time possibly ever, Ava looked speechless. Then her mouth hardened into a sharp frown, and she looked at Vanetta accusingly.

“You didn’t mention anything about having a daughter.” Her words came out almost bitterly, looking between the two of them with a visual growing confusion on her face, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked between them.

“But you’re so cool and Janine is so…”

Vanetta kissed her teeth, looking Ava up and down as if ready to take her. Janine was almost flattered that her mom was willing to take someone for her, but she didn’t want this to haunt her, and it wasn’t worth it, Ava threw petty insults her way every day.

Janine opened her mouth to say so, but then Ava’s arm was wrapped around Janine’s shoulders and she was pressing a feather-light kiss to the side of Janine’s head.

“Relax, this is my girlfriend. She knows I love her.”

Janine couldn’t prevent her eyes from widening comically wide, but then Ava was murmuring in her left ear, “just go with it, I can handle it,” before plastering another one of her showman smiles on her face.

What was worse was that Janine felt the few sips of her drink turning in her stomach, feeling almost like the anxiety she felt when she first walked into the club. But this feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant, it was just… new?

Because Janine could still feel her skin tingling from where Ava kissed her. And Ava’s arm wasn’t an oppressive weight on her shoulders, in fact, it was comforting. It was steady, it was there, it was warm, and it was the most physical affection Janine had gotten since her breakup with Tariq.

She suppressed the urge to burrow herself closer to the warmth Ava provided, thinking that Ava would probably pull away if Janine tried to get closer.

Ava was only doing this to save her own skin. Not for me.

Vanetta looked between the two of them and laughed. “I always told her to go for girls, and she never listened to me. I’m surprised that she went for… you.”

Janine felt a rush of indignation flow through her before feeling another wave of surprise at her indignation.

Ava was always insulting her and goading her, but Janine knew that underneath all of her bravado and unflinching charisma, she was kind, even warm.

She wanted to defend Ava, and what was stopping her?

“I don’t need your approval,” Janine said, trying to keep the bite out of her voice. It was hard to stay calm and level-headed when she was at an overwhelmingly loud club that constantly reeked of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sweat, and when she was trying desperately not to lean too much into Ava’s intoxicatingly floral smell and comfortingly warm embrace, even if it was just from the side.

Vanetta looked like she was about to fight her own daughter for a second before letting out a hollow laugh, sounding eerily like a hyena. “I know, baby. I just want you to know your worth.”

Ironic words from a woman who often insinuated, time and time again, that Janine wasn’t worth her.

Before Janine could question herself, she pressed a chaste kiss to Ava’s cheek, leaning on her tiptoes to do so. She felt Ava’s arm tighten across her shoulders in response, but Janine didn’t miss Ava’s small, genuine smile as Janine made the gesture.

“Well, she’s worth it to me.”

Maybe this wasn’t as fake as she thought.

For either of them.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny finally meets FNAF tape girl in person...

[stealingpotatoes]

Do you have any fix-it AUs for Rogue One? 🥰

i know you asked this a while ago, but i couldn't think of anything UNTIL the other day…

(commission info // tip jar!)

[dreamsteddie]

Steve and Eddie who kind of flop in life and end up poor, living in a trailer in a different small town living quiet lives of no import.

The kids, Robin, Nancy, and Johnathan all seem to take the small handful of opportunities offered to them by the government in the aftermath of the Upsidedown to take off and make something of their lives. They're off writing headlines, making news, and living their lives to the best of their abilities, but Steve and Eddie find themselves stuck.

Steve stayed in Hawkins until the kids graduated and left for college. By then Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin are all in their second or third years of college. John and Nancy have their own apartment in New York together and don't reach out all that often, only seeing the rest of the Hawkins crew on Holidays and some vacations. Robin is flourishing at an all-women's college in Maine and has a partner and a cat and plans for graduate school brewing. She's always saying Steve can come out and join her whenever he's ready, but when the time comes it feels like he would just be trying to insert himself in the middle of a life he doesn't know how to fit into, so he turns to Eddie instead.

Eddie is permanently disabled in a number of ways following the events of season four. He struggles with chronic pain, has breathing issues due to the loss of part of his right lung, and lost enough muscle mass in his left leg that walking will never be easy or done without the use of a walker or arm bar crutches. The doctors said he recovered as well as he could have. The kids said he would get better with time. Wayne said it didn't matter if he never got better, he could do anything he set his mind to.

Steve is the only person who tells him the truth.

Steve tells him that it sucks. Tells him that it will probably always hurt. Doesn't give him false hope when he's trying to grieve the loss of the life he wanted to live. The goals he wanted to reach. When he falls deeper and deeper into himself, stuck in the muck of depression, Steve is the only person he lets in. The kids try their best but their lives are moving fast, and taking care of someone like Eddie is exhausting, no matter what they try to say. Eventually, everyone but Dustin gives up on reaching out, the younger boy showing up every Sunday to try and get Eddie out of the house. He always leaves disappointed.

When Steve asks him if he wants to use what's left of their partly government payouts and Steve's equally meager Family Video savings to buy a truly shitty trailer in a town an hour and a half south of Hawkins in the fall of 1990, it feels like the first boon he's been given in almost five years. He'll never be who he could have been if he had ignored Chrissy that day in 86', but he's always thought maybe he could be more than a ghost between Wayne's walls if he could just get out of this god-forsaken town full of people who know too much and too little of what's happened to him.

They get the trailer, pack what little they have, let Wayne hug them close, and leave.

Steve has already transferred to their new town's Family Video, moving up to claim the dubious honor of being the opening manager. Mostly he just unlocks the door, signs into the computer, and makes sure nothing catches fire. Eddie hoped that moving would miraculously make him fit to enter back into the world, but he spends most of his days with a blanket on the front porch, watching people pass by. He does, though, finally accept that he needs to apply for disability to help Steve keep the lights on and the water hot. That last little bit of hope that he could be what he used to be dies, but he's learning to be content with what he does have. He starts taking a walk, just ten minutes around the loop of the trailer park saying hi and trading polite nods with his fellow residents. He's not ok, but he's starting to build a new community of people not too different from himself.

The new trailer only has one bedroom. Eddie sleeps on a fold-out mattress in the living room. It had been a major argument when they first moved in with Steve insisting that Eddie needed the bed. Eddie argued that it wasn't fair for him to take the room when Steve was the one working 40 hours a week to keep them afloat. In the end, Eddie was the more stubborn of the two. It helps that Eddie has absolutely no qualms about crawling into bed with Steve on the nights when the couch bed really won't cut it for his aching body. Steve never questions it, just shuffles over a little and lets the other man in.

Steve doesn't question a lot of stuff.

He doesn't question when all their effects are shared between them with no effort to distinguish between yours and mine, Eddie's and Steve's. He doesn't question it four months in when Eddie starts to get his feet under him and decides to take up cooking, always trying his best to have everything done just as Steve walks through the door. He doesn't question when a good chunk of Eddie's first disability check goes to buying Steve a sturdy, if not very fashionable, new watch for his birthday since his old one went bust almost a year ago.

He doesn't question it when Eddie holds his hand for the first time under the stars hanging above their front porch.

He doesn't question it when Eddie introduces him to one of his new neighbor friends with a hand resting comfortably on his lower back

He doesn't question it when Eddie starts sleeping in the bedroom every night.

Or makes him box mix cupcakes for Valentine's Day.

Or kisses him for the first time on the couch that's never a bed unless they want to spend the day binge-watching bargain bin films.

Because really, isn't this how it was always going to go? Wasn't this exactly what Steve was asking for when he asked Eddie to skip town with him?

Isn't this what Eddie was hoping for when he said yes?

[hellsitegenetics]

HEY CONGRATS??? ON BEATING ONE-TIME-I-DREAMT??? YOU DID IT???

i was asleep when this went down so you cannot imagine my surprise when i looked and found that we won by a margin of less than 1%

[noodles-and-tea]

You’ve just got this real magic, capturing the sunshine summer of childhood in the tiny Pines twins. Like I am fully convinced I could show the overcast sky one of your pictures of Stanley and the sky would be like. Pack it up clouds, time to get back to the sun.

Ohh thank you :(((((

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[tsukinoshinjiu]

May I request alttp Zelink? If you don’t want to, just ignore this ask

He just saw the most beautiful girl and his brain stopped working (HE'S JUST LIKE ME FRR 😭) some extras below 👇👇👇

i liked the sketch better lowkey but the render came out nice too, just struggled a lot

[orbbo]

Hey for fannon swap could we please get warden Grian? :D

Poor guy has to get custom sweaters.

((Thank you all for the request!! I wasn't expecting to get so many but I tried to do my best to do them all justice. I'm no longer taking fannon swap requests now. I'd love to do more general hermitcraft/life smp requests in the future. ))

[28ms28]

This is part 8 of the ongoing f1 text series that no one asked for, anyways here's the full list

[anbaisai]

Happy New Year!! 🎉🐍

It's the year of the snake, so who better to celebrate it with than our resident snake boy?

I may not be the best with words, but I really appreciate everyone that has showed me support in the past year. You guys have been amazing, and I hope to see you around in the new year too ❤

Thank you for an incredible 2024, and wishing everyone a wonderful 2025!

[canisalbus]

i was testing some new clip studio pens and i drew ur doggy

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[chloesimaginationthings]

HELLO i love these two so much, i couldn't not draw them

ALSO my friends and i love your art okay bye

THIS IS SO PEAK WHATTTT

[stealingpotatoes]

Hello you had a dc era? I need more of your Batfamily they’re so delicious! Also happy birthday

i'm always in my dc era deep down, but my absolute Peak batfam/dc phase was when batgirl of burnside and grayson were running so in honour of tweenage me, Them:

(commission info // tip jar!)

[therealcallmekd]

Now THAT'S Thinkin' In 3D!

HHEHEHEE HAH FLATLAND FANART BE UPON YE

[noodles-and-tea]

The watercolour/sketch style bakudeku you did sparks so much joy you have no idea

Oh thank you so much!!