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This ask is in your inbox because my brain has apparently chosen to title you as The Illithid Understander and I feel like you might have interesting thoughts to contribute to this topic (please donât feel obligated to respond tho!)
When I played through bg3 for the first time, what really stood out to me about the Emperor as a character was that he is full of ambiguity. Many of the questions about him, on both a personal level and on a broader level as an illithid, simply do not have concrete answers in canon. I thought that it was so neat how the writers enshrined a vessel for open dialogue regarding some of the biggest themes and questions of the game/story in a character. I thought the whole point of the Emperorâs character is that thereâs no One Right Answer about: its intentions, its morality, how much it still is or isnât Balduran, how much it is or isnât a monster, why it cares so much about the PC, if it made the right choices, etc.
Which is why I was utterly shocked to find out that SO many people played the game and just⌠unquestioningly seemed to think that many of those aspects had concrete answers. That this character that, to me, was defined by ambiguity, had been determined by so many to simply be Evil.
I have my own theories about each of the questions/ambiguities listed above, of course, based on my interpretation of canon. But I see them as just that, theories and interpretation. Maybe my perception of the Emperor as a bunch of unanswered questions is just an interpretation, too, but then what was the writersâ intent? (Did my success in high school English classes make me overly confident in narrative comprehension? Lol)
Iâve read many an interesting take on the Emperor on tumblr and ao3 that seem to vibe generally with the whole Itâs Supposed to Be Ambiguous thing, and Iâd love to hear your take.
First of all this is so funny and I am so honored to be The Illithid Understander lmao.
Second I am very sorry I havenât answered this sooner. Alas I am not used to ever receiving asks and just now realized I even have one. And what a wonderful message!!!
Honestly I think you fuckin nailed it my man. In a game that spends so much time and energy asking the player to think about questions like âwhat does it take to be a monster,â âwhat aspects cause a person to become monstrous,â and âwhen does it become worth it to become a monsterâ the Emperor is the ultimate answer. The non-answer. His character embodies all the questions the game wants to ask, and then doesnât answer any of them for you.
The game shows you characters and says âthis is a monster.â Ketheric Thorm is a monster, and Orin and Gortash, despite how sympathetic their backstories and motivations might be. It shows you cycles of abuse, manipulation, cult mentality, and indoctrination. The power of grief, love, fear, and ambition to lead people down monstrous paths even as they think theyâre doing the right thing, or the only thing.
You as the player character directly help your companions navigate these themes. You see how theyâre affected, how they struggle, what they might become if they choose to give in, and what they become if they donât.
Do they become monsters? Do you let them? Do you encourage them?
The game shows you clearly what monsters are, and waits to see if youâll become one yourself.
Withers asks you, âDo illithids have souls?â
He claims they donât, initially, but that story is contradicted the moment he meets the Emperor in the High Hall, and when you meet him after undergoing ceremorphosis yourself. Thereâs also lore out there that says illithids do have soulsâ non-apostolic ones.
So far as the game is concerned, Iâm not sure thereâs supposed to be a solid answer to that question. I thinkâ like you doâ that itâs supposed to be ambiguous. He is not a character the game points to and says âhere is a monster.â
I agree with you wholeheartedly that the Emperor is made of ambiguity. The lack of answers are my favorite thing about him. Heâs a mass of unanswered questions that you look at and see the themes of the story inside.
Is the Emperor a monster just for being a mind flayer?
Is he a monster because he came to embrace the power his illithid nature brought him?
Because a friend turned on him, claimed he was lost, and he killed them in self-defense?
Because he dominated Stelmane, a situation we have no context for?
How much of his behavior is genuine? How much of Balduran remains, and how much is illithid? Does he even know himself? Does it matter?
Heâs a big mystery. We simply do not know everything about his past. We donât know how much of his behavior is real, or an act. We have to make the deliberate decision to take him at his word, or not. To trust him, or not. To love him, or not. All of this complicated by the reality that his mind and experience are alien to us (a whole other post by itself).
Ultimately, there are no answers except what we come to decide about him for ourselves.
Some people have decided that heâs evil, for various reasons, and sure, thatâs certainly a way to answer the question. To end the ambiguity by deciding the Emperor is, after all, a simple monster.
But isnât it so, so much more interesting if he isnât?
#the emperor#the emperor bg3#legitimately thank you so much for the ask I love rambling about my beautiful wife#still laughing at being The Illithid Understander sjdhshhsjsksks#i love my horrible children very much#and Emps is a mess of an illithid#half baked weirdo#i have my own headcanon of course wrt all the Questions about Emps#but rolling around in the ambiguity of it all is my favorite thing#pls feel free to yell about illithids and Emps with me
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ME: so nanowrimo is done
BRAIN: correct.
ME: and I have two unfinished fics.
BRAIN: you're 2 for 2 so far.
ME: therefore now would be a good time to...
BOTH OF US IN UNISON: â¨ď¸đstart a third one!!!đâ¨ď¸
#fic writing#sorry to the half dozen or so loyal weirdos#what makes this worse is that i have another incomplete one in the drafts. apologies to my half-baked AU :/
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It's hard to pinpoint, for new people, the benchmark that tells when Eddie Munson has started to feel well and truly comfortable around them.
It's hard to pinpoint because he's so amiable and outgoing from the get-go. He's so willing to jump into conversation, to start sharing his thoughts no matter if they're only half baked.
He's personality at a 10 and he's unashamed to be himself and so it's hard, for anyone new, to feel like he's been anything other than totally and utterly at ease around them since day one.
Unless, of course, they stick around long enough for it to actually happen.
Because what becomes clear, but only with time, is that Eddie Munson may be a man of frenetic performance and staccato skipping through every social interaction he encounters, but that's not him at his most relaxed. How could it be? How could it possibly, ever, be when so much of that personality was borne of necessity?
Of survival and taking the heat off of people less capable of handling it and pushing up weirdo walls most people weren't willing to figure out how to climb, and thus ensuring he'd be safe behind them. That's the big hair and big noise and big taking-up of space. That's the Eddie Munson you meet on day one.
It's when he gets quiet that the difference is obvious.
Quiet, not like shrinking or hiding, but like contentedness. Like simplicity and the easing of responsibility off of his shoulders to be anything but present.
He'll sink into a couch at a party with his friends, arm up across the back where he can absentmindedly run strands of Steve's hair between his fingers and just listen to a conversation about the Pacers that he doesn't have anything to add to, but also finds himself happy to hear just from the joy it brings Lucas and Steve.
He'll lay flat on his back in the grass with his hands propped behind his head as the sun beams down on him and listen to the whooping boisterousness of a game of frisbee between Dustin and Erica, listen to Nancy and Robin gossip on the picnic blanket beside him.
He'll come home from a long day at work and shed his shoes, his coat, his voice so strained with offering up distracting commentary to nervous first-time tattoo clients, and lay out across the couch with his head in Steve's lap.
He'll hum along to Steve's recounting of his day.
He'll listen with full attention.
And he'll do it quietly.
Because he spent a lot of years having to be something big, and no matter how much that guy is still him in one way or another, having this? This option to let the other parts of him out for air? This choice in the matter made simply by having people he's comfortable enough to shed his armor around?
Well, god almighty, his gratitude is still plenty loud.
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the one timkon vampire-adjacent thought i have (it's not really vampire au. just adjacent.) is this half-baked outsider pov future fic concept, in which kon is a childrens librarian (why is kon a children's librarian? simple. he would love to get the next generation into star trek: the next generation.) (but more seriously its bc i just think hes good with and likes kids. and also he likes stories and media. so. childrens librarian.) who runs a dnd group for middle schoolers twice a week after school.
the pov is one of the kids and the plot is the fact that over the course of the semester / the game campaign, they occasionally get to see mr. conner's husband (he has a lot of photos on his desk and on his phone), who is often dressed in red and black and also often looks tired and pale and has bags under his eyes. and they do slowly come up with the theory that mr. conner's husband is secretly a vampire.
key points include that they only discuss it when they think mr conner cant hear them and that he IS in the back room or his office or whatever giggling, because they have no idea he has superhearing. he's having a real lark of a time. he encourages it. he tells the kids his husband is such a weirdo, like who out there doesn't like garlic bread?? (tim, somewhere: i DO like garlic bread >:C stop lying!!) and he adds a npc to the campaign that's totally a vampire pretending to not be a vampire. every week he brings the updates to tim and has another giggle about it all over again.
the other part of this is that at some point tim and kon are cuddled up in bed and chatting before sleep and it comes up and tim's like. you know, the fucked up thing is if i WAS a vampire i wouldnt even be able to feed from you. you're invulnerable! i can't bite you! so id need like⌠a side hoe.
and kon gets SO offended. it's a whole comedy. like...
"what do you MEAN you'd need a side hoe!!! WE HAVE A RED SUN PROJECTOR RIGHT IN THAT DRAWER!!!" "yea but i mean how often would i need to eat? i know that depends on the vampire lore youre going with, but it could get pretty impractical to keep uncharging and recharging you." "YOURE MY HUSBAND. ID PUT UP WITH THAT." "but you're MY husband! would i really want to put you through that?" "YOU'D RATHER PUT ME THROUGH GETTING CUCKED?" "it's not ACTUALLY cucking you! it's just like. for food. nutritional cucking?" "NUTRITIONAL-- that's it. i'm going to sleep. good NIGHT. hmph." "are you pouting. stop pouting." "it's nutritional pouting. >:(" "that doesn't even make sense." "YOU don't even make sense." "...okay." "are you just going to sleep???" "aren't you? you just said good night!" "where is my good night kiss, timothy!!!!" "oh. i thought you didn't want one. you know, because you were nutritionally pouting." "you're making me really question wanting one, that's for sure." "heh." (mwah!) "okay. good night. sleep tight. don't let the bedbugs bite, and all that." "what, you wanna nutritionally cuck the bedbugs, too?" "oh my god."
#rimi talks#timkon#tim#kon#talked abt this on discord the other day but im still laughing at it tbh#also if it sounds familiar yes ive mentioned it on here before im pretty sure#but the point is a) kon's gaggle of 12 year olds thinking theyre in the bailey school kids books#and b) kon having a real giggle about it (until tim makes him pout about it anyways)
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13. Hot Cocoa + Baking
from @carmenberzattosgf list
Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)
Rating: Mature (2.3k)
Tags: Chocolat (2000) AU, Friends to Rivals to Lovers, Food, Curvy Reader, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Smut, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink
Maybe it was corny and provincial, but you always welcomed your neighbors with a batch of cookies. It was good for business most of the time too - the insurance people next door bought pastries every other day for their breakfast after you gifted them some for their opening.
So, there you were, close to the counter of the new specialty chocolaterie, box of cookies in hand, captivated by the smell of chocolate... There was so much more though: caramel, vanilla, almonds, coffee, cardamom, berries, and was that pepper...?
"Welcome to The Bear, what can I do for you?" a tall man greeted you.
"Oh, hi!" you smiled politely. "I'm from the bakery down the street. Wanted to say hello and give you a little welcome present."
You handed him the box, delicate calligraphy marking the name of your shop.
The man beamed. "That's so sweet! Pun not intended," he chuckled to himself. "Now we definitely have to give you something on the house!"
You looked at his name tag. "Richie, that's not necessary at all..."
"Nonsense. Plus, you get to see the magic happen. Cousin!" he bellowed to the back, where you assumed the kitchen was.
"Magic?" you frowned.
A blond guy with blue eyes emerged from the door and gave you a polite nod.
"What is it?" he asked Richie, he seemed irritated.
"Cookies from our neighbor, cuz," Richie offered him the open box, he was already biting into his second one. "Say thanks and do your mind-reader thing."
"It's not... Never mind," he mumbled in exasperation, rolling his eyes. "Carmy Berzatto," he said and offered you his hand to shake. "Thank you for the cookies."
"You're welcome," you smiled at the sight of him eating with gusto.
"Is that piloncillo sugar?" he asked after a moment of savoring.
"Yes!" you beamed.
"Tremendous," he said earnestly, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He walked closer to the counter and stared at you, intensely, for half a minute. "Mocha frappe, double espresso shot, whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. That's your favorite."
You stared right back, mouth agape. That was your comfort drink, no matter the weather. How did he know?
"Do we still have the nice Mexican coffee? She'll appreciate it," he asked Richie.
"Yeah, third shelf. Neat trick, huh?" Richie grinned, enjoying the shocked look on your face as Carmy went to the back.
"How does he-?"
"Fucked if I know," he shrugged. "He says it's a family thing. He never misses."
"Did he guess your favorite too?" you asked, fascinated.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "It's hot cocoa with marshmallows. He says I have the palate of a six year old but if it ain't broke..."
While Carmy prepared your drink, you looked around the shop. There were beautiful confections with crazy flavors, covered in gold leaf, almost too beautiful to eat. But there were also dollops of milk chocolate with puffed rice, humble looking and ready for a kid to devour. Truly something for everyone.
When he handed you your coffee you asked: "What's your favorite?"
Carmy gave you a tense smile. "Hope you like it. Pleasure to meet you," he said and left.
"He says it's a secret," Richie handed you a napkin, then he added in a whisper: "I don't think he has one. He doesn't enjoy things that way."
"What way?"
"Uh, the normal way, I guess," Richie shrugged. "He barely eats the things he makes. Lives like a monk. It feels like he has to make chocolate 24/7 or some family curse is going to get him. Dunno if I'm making sense."
"Kind of," you said.
You took a sip of your drink and knew you were fucked forever. No chain coffeehouse would be able to compete with this.
~
It had been a couple of months since The Bear opened. They had a few loyal customers plus whatever weirdos wanted to see if Carmy was as spot on with his predictions as online reviews said he was - he never missed.
You had become friendly with the staff and had developed a routine of sorts with Carmy.
It probably wasn't healthy but you saw him as a mystery to solve. You didn't know about chocolate, not the way he did, but you knew baking, you understood how comfort and love could be encapsulated in a dessert. So you tried to find his favorite, the thing that would make his heart sing like he could do to you and every other person that walked into his chocolaterie. If nothing else, you got constructive criticism from a kindred spirit on a weekly basis.
Could use less cinnamon.Â
Maybe with brown sugar instead?Â
Oh, that's good.Â
What about blackberry jam?Â
Delicious... but not my favorite.
"Anyone told you you're a buzzkill?" you said with a dejected sigh.
"Many people. Often," he replied dryly.
"Richie doesn't count."
"Point still stands," he said, wiping crumbs from the flaky pastry you had brought. "People think I'm supposed to be having fun in there for the chocolate to be good when it's probably the opposite."
"It doesn't have to be like that, Carm," you said, exasperated. "You don't have to be fucking miserable for this to work."
He took a deep breath. You had never spelled it out so clearly and it clearly struck a nerve.
"I appreciate you," he said. "I do. But I'm fucked up. And you can't fix me with pies and cakes and-" he looked at the ceiling. "You're an incredible pastry chef. And you're so fucking nice but, uh, I think we should stop this."
"This?"
"You coming here and asking for feedback on your already perfect baked goods. I don't know what you're expecting from me but you look at me with those Bambi eyes and I always disappoint you," he ran a hand through his hair. "It fucks me up."
"Right." You picked up your stuff as quickly as you could, feeling heartbroken and humiliated. You knew you probably came off as needy but you hadn't realized just how much. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Sorry to bother you. Won't happen again."
And you left.
~
Weeks passed, weeks that you devoted to yourself, to feeling better, dressing pretty, baking delicious treats for happy customers, standing in front of the mirror to say nice things about your curvy body.
You had tried and failed to make Carmy see how much better his life could be if he let himself enjoy things, actually savor his chocolate instead of finding four things that were wrong with it upon his first bite. Only now you realized how similar you two were, both wanting to fix things that were probably best left alone. Carmy wasn't a recipe you could perfect and he wasn't your anything really to worry about.
It wasn't lost on you, the metaphor for everything you had been doing - his lithe body and your slightly overweight one, and how much you wanted his toned biceps on either side of your head as he panted above you, letting himself lose control for once. As you indulged in these fantasies, your fingers deep inside your pussy, you wondered whether he ever desired stuff that way. You pictured him, eyes rolled back in bliss, while he held you, and you came with a cry.
~
You were closing up for the night, cold wind ruffling your hair and your skirt.
"Hey."
You turned to see Carmy, blue apron underneath his wool coat.
"Hey," you said curtly, avoiding his glance.
"I, uh, I've been wanting to talk to you..." he said.
"Okay? Can you make it quick? I have to get up at four in the morning," the prickly part of you woke up at the sight of him.
"Listen, you don't need to do it if you don't want to but-" he handed you a paper bag with The Bear's logo on it. "I was wondering if you could make pain au chocolat with this?"
You received the bag cautiously. "How many?"
"I only need two," he mumbled and you scoffed. He knew - he fucking knew how hard it was to make the dough and that you couldn't just make two. "You can keep the rest of the chocolate," he offered.
"I'm still gonna charge you full price," you warned him.
"Of course."
You eyed him suspiciously, his bright eyes and open hands, his overall apologetic manner...
"Fine. I'll come by tomorrow after I close."
~
Maybe it was pride but you didn't try the pain au chocolat with Carmy's chocolate. Not one bite out of the entire batch you had baked. It would, of course, be excellent and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
"Here you go," you handed him the box, all pretty with a ribbon and a blank card ready to be gifted.
"Thank you," he gave you a shy smile. "Wanna sit down? I'll make you hot chocolate."
His shop was empty - only half the lights were on, and the sign at the door read 'Closed'.
"Come on," he insisted, his blue eyes pleading and you sighed in defeat, sitting by the counter next to him.
He served two cups of hot chocolate and plated the pastries, one for you and one for him.
"What are you-?" you started.
"When we first met, you asked me about my favorite," he explained. "Then you started bringing cookies and pie and muffins and it was so nice. I'm not used to nice things. And you were getting close. So I pushed you away and I Iashed out. I was an asshole."
"Yes, you were," you took a sip of your chocolate. He would be so much easier to hate if the things he made weren't so tasty.
"I'm not asking to go back to the way things were if you don't want that. I just hated how things ended," he nudged the plate towards you. "This is my favorite."
The pastry you had baked with the chocolate he had made.
"You haven't even tried it," you challenged him.
He took a bite and chewed slowly, savoring, a moan stuck in the back of his throat. You squeezed your thighs at the low, delicious sound.
"Fuck. That's perfect," he declared. Your heart beat faster. "Try it."
You took a bite. It was cozy and delicate, the rich chocolate caressing your tongue.
You nodded. "What a way to put my chocolate supplier to shame."
Carmy smiled, taking another big bite. "I'll give it to you for free if you keep making these."
You blushed at the double meaning and turned away.
"Fuck, that sounded awful. Sorry," Carmy said after a beat.
"It's okay," you laughed. You turned to face him, he had a giddy smile on his face that made him look younger and prettier.
"You have a-" he pointed at your lip but then he reached over and rubbed at your lower lip, wiping some leftover chocolate. He brought that same finger up to his mouth and sucked it clean. Your stomach dropped and you could feel yourself getting wet.
Carmy stood up, you could see his pupils dilate the closer he got, see his eyes linger on the low cut of your shirt.
"I thought that if I stopped seeing you, I would be able to focus," he whispered, his breath tickling your face. "I have never been so fucking distracted. Just thinking..." he kissed the side of your face, open mouthed and hungry. "Kept thinking of things I'd say to you, recipes I could share and shit like that," he mumbled, his hands ghosting over your thighs, playing with the hem of your skirt. "Thinking about your hands, kneading, working, and how they'd feel," following his lead you placed your hands over his chest, caressing his sides. He groaned. "Thinking about your body. Every part of it..."
"Touch me," you practically begged, moaning in satisfaction when he squeezed your breasts over your clothes.
"Imagining how sweet you'd taste," he panted against your lips, letting you close the small distance left, tasting his own chocolate in your mouth as he devoured you. You pulled on his hair, desperate to return every bit of passion he was giving you.
"Carmy," you gasped and brought him closer, opening your legs and scooting to the edge of your seat. His hard cock rubbed against your center, his hands were everywhere.
"So soft," he said, kissing down your neck to your chest. He palmed your breast with one hand and squeezed your hip with the other, guiding you to grind against his erection.
"Fuck," you cursed. "Like that."
You tugged on his hair, getting a low groan in response. You took the opportunity to shove your tongue inside his mouth and kiss him with all the hunger you had for him. He bit your lower lip and you moaned.
"You even sound sweet," he said absently, a desperate rhythm building between you.
"I thought of you too," you said, looking into his blue eyes, squeezing his ass to bring him closer. "Thought how'd beautiful you'd look when you came - all sweaty, your eyes on me."
"Fuck," he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic. "Can't wait to take you home. Fuck you properly. Fucking taste you..."
You could feel fireworks inside you, your pussy clenching around nothing, grinding desperately against Carmy, biting on his bicep to muffle a cry of ecstasy.
"Oh, my God," you gasped for breath as he chased his release, you grew pliant in his embrace, carding your fingers through his hair, legs shaking around his waist, your underwear soaked.
"Fuck," he froze and exhaled hard, his nose tickling your neck. "If you feel this good with your clothes on..."
You giggled. "Come on," you kissed his temple. "Let's close up shop."
#chocolat (2000) is such a banger of a movie - the catholic guilt of it all... AND juliette binoche? possible bisexual awakening...#ANYWAY this is probably the most ME thing i've written on here - i know the header of the blog says self indulgence but this is FOR me#hope you guys enjoy it nevertheless đđ#bearblrpromptober#carmy x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto x you#carmy x you#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto fanfiction
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hey so i finally wrote more witch au!
enjoy, friends!! though it's significantly shorter than the first part
pairing: steddie | word count: 2,004 | rated: T
Mama thinks that Steveâs had a love spell on him this whole time.
âSince when?â Heâd asked.
âI donât know, my dear, maybe since before you were even born.â
âWhat?! How?! I thought you said there was no such thing as love spells!â He knows thatâs not true.
âThere are none that are worth the pain.â she repeats, trying to placate him.
âYeah, well.â Steve huffs, dropping his hands to his hips and heaving a sigh.
âBut there are some that are rumored to be true love spells, soulmate spells.â She continues on when she sees the look on his face. âRumored, Steven, only ever rumors.â
âOkay, so what do the rumors have to say about them?â
âEvery spell like that Iâve ever heard of of this nature is specific to each caster.â
âSo Iâve had this spell on me for possibly my whole life, and thereâs no way to know anything about it or about the caster.â
â...Iâm sorry, honey.â
âMaybe there are clues in the words you have.â Robin cuts in, reaching for the notepad and sliding it in front of her.
Steve huffs, âI need to know the whole thing; thereâs definitely words missing.â
âShould you eat more bread?â Robin asks, already sliding the previously abandoned plate of bread towards him.
âYou shouldnât overwhelm yourself.â Mama says, pushing the plate back. âWe donât know if thereâs a trigger to the spell, or if you and the casterâs paths will just cross one day, maybe they donât even know they cast it.â
Steve blinks at her. âSo I have a true love and they might not even want me?â
âNo!â Robin belts out immediately.
âNo, of course not,â Mama says, continuing on. âThe one known thing about any spell like this is that they only work on those who are receptive to it.â
âSo some weirdo canât put you under their spell?â
âYes, exactly Robin; Steve, whatever this is, whoever this was, they love you with all that they are. And you them.â
âI donât even know who it is! How can I?â
Mama doesnât have an answer besides saying âYour soul must know them already.â; Their conversation was over soon after that.
Steve spends the next couple days silent and brooding. He canât stop thinking about how heâs what, marked to love someone he doesnât even know? Howâs that fair?
It could be any random person on the street that thought he was hot, some weird old guy or a lovesick middle schooler..He only just turned 25 the day before the bread incident, but heâs saddled with this huge unknown that isnât going to get better any time soon?
Okay, apparently not just some weirdo according to Mama, but still. Un-fucking fair all the same.
Heâs also pissed that he canât give anyone all the baked goods heâs made within that time. Each and every one of them ending up with a sour aftertaste.Â
âDamn witch bullshitâŚâ he grumbles to himself, only half serious, as he scrapes another batch of sour sugar cookies into the trash.
Heâs salty, okay? Pun intended. If he hadnât ever learned the truth about the powers over food his grandmother (and now him too, apparently) has, he couldâve just excused the batch after batch being off on bad butter, or old flour.. Something other than his mood being whatâs ruining his cookies.
Thatâs what heâd done every other time something heâs made tasted off, now he knows it was him the whole time.
Mama comes in then, he doesnât have to look up to know the look sheâs giving him.
Steve leaves the bowl of leftover dough on the counter, mumbles out a âI gotta go.â, then tromps out the back door and into the woods behind his grandparentsâ home.Â
He supposes itâs good that they live just outside the city, really, having the trees to escape under like this has helped him before, and heâs hoping will help him now.
Meandering through the underbrush, he strolls along until he reaches the small clearing heâd claimed for himself when he was what, 8? 9? Doesnât matter. Itâs his spot to get away from anything he needs to.
He sits down against the big oak at the edge of the clearing and tips his head back toward the sun filtering down on him through a gap in the canopy above him. He breathes in the fresh air, focuses on the warmth hitting his face, and just exists there for a while, slipping in and out of a soft snooze.
Suddenly, heâs shocked out of his dozing by the sound of twigs snapping underfoot.
If it were coming from behind him, heâd expect itâd be Robin coming to find him here, but itâs not. Itâs coming from ahead of him across the clearing.
Steve stands and presses back into the trunk of the tree, wondering if thereâs bears in these woods when a person stumbles through the tree line.
The man is thin, about Steveâs age if he were to guess, and covered in dirt, his light wash overalls and his boots are caked in it. His hair is long, pulled half-back away from his face and full of bracken from the forest.
He also seems to be in a daze, staring with dark eyes at Steve with an unfathomable expression.Â
It shifts soon after, though, warming into a watery smile. âIâve come home to you.â he says, clear as day, then collapses onto the grass.
âOh, shit!â Steve rushes forward, kneeling down beside the man and quickly checking him over for injuries.Â
Steve presses his fingers to the man's pulse confirm it's still there (it is) and there donât seem to be any bruises or breaks in his limbs, so he goes to his head, feeling quickly under the tangles in his hair for any blood, any knots.
Nothing. Thereâs nothing apparently outwardly wrong with him.
âHey, hey, wake up! You gotta stay with me, man.â he says, shaking him lightly.Â
The other manâs head lolls to the side and his eyes open a crack, his lips quirking up into a smile. âMâloveâŚâ
âWhat is your name?â Steve insists in a slow, clear voice.
Instead of answering, the man raises his hand slowly to cup Steveâs cheek. â...vâwaitâd so long..â he slurs, then goes limp again, his hand dropping to his chest.
âOh no you donât,â Steve gets his feet under him and gathers the man up into his arms in a bridal carry. His steps falter when he feels how light the man is in his arms, how much more thin he is than how heâd looked.
Steve adjusts his hold on him, making sure not to let his head hang backward over his forearm, and rushes back toward the house.
âMama!â he shouts as soon as he clears the treeline into the yard.
Sheâs at the back sliding door as soon as he is. âSteve, honey, whatââ
He pushes past her, hurrying to the spare room on the first floor with her on his heels. âI found him wandering the woods, I couldnât justâI donât know whatâs wrong with him, Mama.â
She gestures him forward to the bed, âPut him there, on top the covers,â
He does, setting him down as if heâs made of glass.
As soon as the man is out of his arms, Mama takes his place. âNothing seems broken, but heâs so light, he needs food, he needs water, should I call 911? I donât even know his naââ he rambles on, not even realizing heâd started to pace until his grandma stops him in his tracks.
âSteve, listen to me.â she says, pulling at his wrists gently, removing his hands from his hair. âHe will be fine. Now, go get a bowl of warm water and a washcloth and come straight back here.â
He nods dazedly, stumbling backward out the doorway and spinning to the kitchen.
Steve slides to a stop on the tile floor in front of the kitchen sink at the same time Robin gets home from her classes that day.
âI have a date!â
Wait, he needs the bowl first. He scrambles to the opposite counter for the large mixing bowl Mama uses for her damn bread and fishes it out with a clatter of everything that that had been in front of it on the shelf tumbling out to the floor.
âSteve?â
Should he put soap in it?
âSteve!â
No, Mama just said âwarm waterâ, not âwarm soapy waterâ. He nods to himself and turns on the tap, reaching under the sink next for a washcloth.
âSteven Otis Harrington.â
âOh, hey Robin, youâre home.â The bowlâs almost full.
âSteve.â She spins him to face her, holding tightly to his shoulders.
He tries to twist back around futilely, âThe bowlââ
âSteve. What. Is. Happening.â
He blinks at her a couple times. âRobin!â He pulls her to him in a tight hug. âHoly shit, youâre not gonna believeââ
âSteve, the bowl?â
âShit,â Itâs nearly full when he shuts off the tap, so he dumps a bit out and picks it up with both hands, âCâmon, heâs this way.â
âHe? Whoâs he?â
âDunno, I found him in the woods.â
âAw, Steve, you canât just take in any olâ stray dog you happen to find out in the woodâ-â Robin cuts herself off as they get to the bedroom door. âOhhkayâŚso..not a dog.â
âHe looks to be dehydrated, but I donât think he has any injuries.â Mama says in lieu of a greeting when they return. Steve sits down on the opposite edge of the bed that she is, and carefully passes over the bowl of water without looking at her.
The stranger immediately takes in his attention. His soft features, dark browsâŚSteve starts to pull the bits of brush out of the manâs hair, untangling twigs, leaves, and he can already see one of those pesky prickle things twisted into the hair next to his ear.
Mama sets the bowl on the sidetable, and gets to work immediately, wiping the dirt and grime from the manâs face and arms. âRobin dear, can you grab one of those sports drinks Pa loves so much outta the fridge? And a bottle of water.â
âOf course!â she says, darting back into the kitchen.
âWeâll need to get some food in him too,â
âWe should make him scones.â Steve states apropos of nothing. âWith chocolate chunks.â
âMaybe after heâs a bit better, sweetie.â Mama scoffs, wringing out the washcloth. âHe needs healthy fats first, butter, oatmeal, avocado, things like that.â
âI can do that!â Steve says, jumping up excitedly. His former task forgotten, he rushes out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, nearly bowling Robin over in the process.
He gets to work on simple eggs and toast for their houseguest, avoiding Mamaâs lucky bread in favor of his own store-bought stuff for now, he can make him his own later.Â
As he scrambles the eggs, he focuses everything in him on the stranger, on getting him better, making him healthy again. Heâs not exactly quite sure how to do what Mama does, but the sour cookie dough says heâll do it without thinking about itâŚkinda.
Whatever.Â
All he knows is that heâs telling the fuck outta these eggs to make his love better. Make him whole again.. Make himâ
Wait..
Did he just refer to the random man laid up in the other room as his love?
IsâŚ
The fugue state heâd been in since first laying eyes on the man crackles away just long enough for him to think.
What did he say before he collapsed? "I've come home to you."?
That..sounds right....why is that so familiâ
Steve's eyes leave the pan of eggs in front of him and snap immediately to the scrap of paper he'd scrambled for a few nights ago.
Is he�
And of course, as if the words weren't already plastered permanently onto his grey matter, there they are, plain as day.
tagging those that were interested on the last part!!! @mugloversonly @kittydeadbones @maybequizas @queenie-ofthe-void @newtstabber @angeldreamsoffanfic @eyesofshinigami @sunflower-trashbaby @perseus-notjackson @kaspurrcat @quinns-shadowy-arts
also, idk if this counts for it, but one of february's songs for @steddiesongfics is work song! which is what this fic is based on! đđ
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#witch!eddie#witch!steve#work song#hozier#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#stranger things#st#robin buckley#eddie munson x steve harrington#steve has good grandparents#steveddie#eddeve#witch au#noelle writes
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fshhs thanks for the tag so uhm uhm ahaâ
i do not want to choose between a cast of wonderful characters that is simply too much for me. tho off the top of my head i relate to these two a lot which i will explain in excruciating detail in the tags
ALSO uhm @mochadove @cherri-does-art tell me ur comfort characters this is a threat
I have decided to start a chain. Reblog and put your comfort/relatable character (and a reasoning if you desire). And hope people have fun with this! I'll start,
Friends who I am tagging because why not, they may be interested: @bylerr-swift @bumblebeezstuffz
#i love all dr characters with a few notable exceptions like haiji and kork's sister#but toko is my weirdo girlie and i love her#also she has glasses i have glasses she has a mole under her lips guess who also has a mole in the same placement#and she's a writer!!!!!! i like to think im a writer too but best i could offer are half baked ideas ans drabbles#TORI SPRING! i would like to smooch her#she is literally so cool so pretty so valid and augh just <3#they probably have some similarities but aaaa that's another topic i'll delve later#I've been putting this off too much jdjdjj whenever somebody asks what my fave thing is i bluescreen bcs i!! just!!! can't!!!! choose!!!!!
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ăâĄă Strawberry Lemonade
⥠featuring: toji x f!reader
⥠synopsis: you plan to make strawberry lemonade for the summer, but life has other plans. wc: 1.7k+
⥠cw/tw: just some fluff, toji kisses :3
notes: idk why i kept thinking about soft cottagecore toji my brain fhioshafiohiaf this was so self indulgent srry for any mistakes ive been sick for a few weeks lol <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated!
After heavy rain showers, sun rolled in and devoured everything beneath it.
Toji doesnât like summer. He wasnât exactly fond of the heat rays rippling across the pavement, his black slides bonding like tar if he stood in one place for too long. His bangs would mat to his forehead, and it was overall a hassle to tolerate. Heâd much rather laze under air conditioning for the entire season.
Until you came along.
Heâd never met someone so delighted over sweat and mosquitos before you. Maybe thatâs why he slowly became accustomed to such weather. You werenât shy about your strange habits. After all, on your third date it poured like no other, and instead of taking cover, you skipped through the rain. It was strange, yet he cracked a smirk at your wide grin.
Youâre happy and thatâs good enough for him.
You were elated at the promises summer bore, specifically for your plants. Fruitful flowers meandering on branches, the first sign of hibiscus blooming. Every year around that time, you carried your plants outside to bask in her warmth. It was all an invaluable gift from Mother Nature, and you did your best to honor her.
Of course, Toji had to purchase a house with the most sunlight, and a backyard to matchânot with you in mind, at least thatâs what heâd day as he avoided your gaze. He knew your housewarming gifts would consist of planting tools, but the sheer amount of it was staggering.
It was no surprise you planted your seeds the next day and watched them like a hawk. Toji was sure to mention how much of a âweirdoâ you were for spending so much time caring for your perceived babies. A weirdo he loved, because he left marks of his affection in every nook and cranny. Sure, he feigned annoyance over it, but you knew better when he did things you didnât ask for. Toji isnât a verbally expressive husband, but his actions make up for the rest.
Like when he built a wooden potting bench to store the inventory accumulating in the corner by your plants. You came home as he was applying the finishing touches and embraced him for what felt like hours. He rolled his eyes, pretending to be unfazed by your gratitude, though you could still see the growing ghost of a smirk; âDonât thank me, that thing was an eyesore.â
It benefited him, too, to gaze through the screen door in the afternoon and see the gorgeous sun-kissed glow on the apples of your cheeks. He adored your soft eyes that diligently monitored the seeds starting to sprout with a tender smile.
You filed chunky soil into terracotta pots you painted with various designs. The one that resembles a tiny cactus with a face grew a bundle of basil. The other one similar to a tiered strawberry cake grew a fitting crown of strawberries. You werenât looking to bake an outstanding cake or be the best gardener. For the fruits of your labor, the only thing you wanted wasâ
A single pitcher of strawberry lemonade.
Toji trudges down the stairs half-asleep and enters the kitchen to pour the usual cup of coffee you make as you wake before him. However, thereâs no jug awaiting him. He opens the screen door and finds you kneeling over the pots, sporting a bow knot straw hat and an overall romper in the sweltering heat. Your brows are furrowed, and you pick at the foliage.
He leans against it and scratches his ankle with the tip of his slides. The screen clicks the side, and you turn to him.
âOh, hey.â There are somber notes in your voice, and something in his body wants to reach out and protect you from whateverâs pulling your face into a frown.
âHey.â He walks over to you. Your lips are tucked behind your teeth, poking at the strawberry in your palm. He kneels on one knee and you glance at him, flashing a meek smile. He wishes he didnât have a closer view as your eyes threaten to brim with tears. OhâŚhis heart, tight and struggling to beat.
Toji was used to loud, ugly love. But youâyour love was as gentle as the petals of an orchid, and youâd changed him without even trying. Thatâs why he adorned your ring finger with precious diamonds. He became a better man and husband in your arms, and in turn heâd give you the world if you desired it. So why were you about to cry?
âWhatâs up?â
âNothingâŚâ His eyes follow yours, to the flourishing bunch of basil. And then to the lackluster strawberries.
The ones still hanging from their stems arenât award-winning. Theyâre deformed, with multiple nubby ends protruding from every side. They look more like hopeful raspberries than anything else. Thereâs a considerable pale color washed over half of them. You mold one in your palm.
âCanât be nothinâ.â He picks the strawberry from your hands and observes it with two fingers. It lacks seeds and a deep, rich red. âI just donât know what went wrong.â
"Who said somethin' went wrong?" You lock eyes, and he pops it in his mouth.
Yours widen, and you cup his face to try and force it out his mouth. âDonât!â
Toji bites, and in an instant utter sourness prickles his tongue. Thereâs a strawberry flavor, but not enough to combat. The sting is strong, and when it coats his throat, his tongue contorts to fight the sheer bitterness.
Somehow, he remains stone-facedâa battle with his gut reaction. He canât bear to break your spirit, not like this, not when youâve spent months strategizing and waiting for your efforts to ripen. Toji tells the harsh truth, but when it comes to you, heâs willing to be selfish.
He continues to chew while you nervously fiddle with your fingers. You gaze at him, doe-eyed and anticipating his response. The lining of his cheeks excretes copious amounts of saliva, and he finally swallows.
âSâgood.â
âR-really?â Youâre shocked that theyâre edible in this state. He nods and it relieves some of your worry, though youâre unsure about his honesty.
He thumbs the wetness on your lashes away. âSaid I like it, so make some of that lemonade ya talked about so much.â
You place a handful of strawberries on the kitchen counter and get to work. You havenât tried them out for yourself yet, but you donât want to waste any considering how small they are. Toji stretches out on the chair, black tank riding up as he watches you slice the tips off the strawberries. Your delicate fingers handle them with such care, just so you donât disappoint with an unpalatable drink. Cute.
When youâre done, the rose-colored liquid fills half the pitcher. You top it with basil and stir it around. You pass a glass to Toji, heart-shaped ice cubes floating on the surface, and sit across from him.
âLetâs try on the count of three.â
âMhm.â
âOkay! One, two-â Toji doesnât stop for the counter and begins to gulp the drink. You take a sip of yours. The tooth-rotting sugar did some to quell the taste, but it was still insanely sour. Your lips purse and you shut your eyes, emitting a tiny squeal. Itâs your first attempt and you know you shouldnât be so critical of yourself, but you canât help but feel like a failure.
When you open your eyes again, youâre dumbfounded at the empty cup in front of Toji. He licks his lips, âItâs good, baby. Why you look like that?â
âNo way.â He tilts his head like he didnât just consume a liquid jawbreaker. âHm?â
âItâsâŚitâs really bad, Toji. You donât have to lie to me.â You avert your eyes and stare at the condensation running down the glass of your unsuccessful project. He wraps around the table and leans against it while youâre sitting. He cranes your neck with a calloused hand underneath your chin.
âLook at me. Iâm hereâ
âI really wanted it to work. I spent so much time on it.â
âI know, donât take it so hard. I like it.â
âYou just donât wanna hurt my feelings.â You werenât entirely wrong.
âIt tastes good 'cause you made it.â When you donât respond, a malicious smirk spreads on his mouth. âWanna try?â
Toji bends down. He squeezes your face to puckering and plants a deep kiss on your lips. Rough and meaningful, and you melt into it. He releases his grip and follows it with warm plush kisses chasing your contact. His lips are soft but slightly chapped, fleeting hints of cane sugar and just enough basil to notice. Bitter like the descent of a bleeding sunset, the chill of autumnâs return. Silent assurance, that everything was okay, and will be okay.
He parts when you tap his sturdy bicep for fresh air. âYa done beinâ a baby?â You giggle. Perhaps you overwhelmed yourself obsessing about it for months. He brings you back to Earth, and after the overthinking subsides, you think the outcome isnât too horrible. A long deserved break is overdue.
âYeaâ you sniffle, and he lifts you from the chair into his arms. You lock your legs around his back and bury your face in the crook of his neck.
âNow câmon, I wanna lay down.â Lay down is his go-to phrase, but he actually means cuddle. Heâd never say it, even when lying down quickly became Toji turning on his stomach and shuffling his massive weight onto your chest. Itâs what you need right now, and the way his palm rubs up and down your back reduces your mind to mush.
âIâm being a botherâ you mutter. He pecks your jaw.
âNah. Love takinâ care of my little crybaby.â
Laying down becomes cuddling as you predicted, and you massage his scalp until he dozes off in slow breaths. Your favorite weighted blanket traps you between his muscles, and you happily accept.
Youâre reminded of his vulnerability, his eagerness to trust without words. He took your problems and made them his. You both surrendered your fears and insecurities to love each other. You traded walls for strawberry kisses, and thereâs nothing more you could ask for.
Daylight peaked at its highest point, and as you drift to sleep you wish summer wouldnât end.
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A cozy little life
Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader
Summary: You're enjoying your housewife life and your happiness makes Jack happy too.
Word counting: 920
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Domestic bliss, domestic fluff, reader is enjoying her domestic life, Jack being the amazing husband we know he is.
A/N: I had a little epiphany while baking a cake, so here we are.
Divider from: @saradika-graphics
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Even though most times you didnât see anything spectacular about your cooking experiments, that time you were slightly proud of the results. As if the incredible smell of freshly baked cake wasnât enough, you had successfully unmolded the cake without the caramel remaining glued on the mold.
If a year ago you were told that you would be that happy about a cake with caramelized bananas on top of it, you would have been in total disbelief. Still, on that afternoon, seeing yourself so excited about choosing the right temperature of the oven, so the cake could bake properly without the bananas and caramel at the bottom of the mold getting burned during the process, you couldnât help but laugh at how much life can change on the space of a year.
Your old corporate job used to be pretty okay and you had no intention to quit after marrying Jack, until your previous boss retired from work and her son assumed the management and converted the work environment to the worst possible: work overload, accumulation of functions, work at weekends and holidays every time it was possible. Every day you went home frustrated, mad, or upset, Jack was always the most comprehensible someone could, comforting and taking care of you while you vented about everything until the day you came back home crying and shaking at the edge of a burnout.
âSugar, youâre quitting that job.â Jack spoke firmly after pondering everything you told him.
âWhat? No, I canât simply quit.â You said with your voice still husky from the time crying.
âOh no? And may I know why?â Jack raised his eyebrows with both hands lying on his hips.
âI havenât planned it; my finances are quite messed up at the moment andâŚâ
âHoney, stop.â He sighed frustrated and approached you, resting his hands on your upper arms âI thought Iâve made it clear to you that money ainât a problem here and that youâre more than welcome to rely on my finances that, by the way, are half yours since we got married. We have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of our lives, you donât even have to work. I got it if you want to do it, but Iâll not let you do it at the price of your sanityâ
You planned to get a new job as fast as possible when you quit, but then you decided to get some rest before start working again. After a few days, you started to feel like you were wasting time, and then you decided to test some of the hundreds of recipes you had saved and never had the chance to do. When the first couple of months passed, you realized you were concerningly happy with your new lifestyle. After six months you just accepted that you were happier than ever daily trying new recipes and doing flower arrangements around the house, even having to remind Jack to take off his muddy boots for the 100th time wasnât a bothering task anymore.
Jack would never say it out loud, fearing to sound like those weirdos a lot of ladies complained about, but he loved to have you home full-time, knowing that, no matter what hour he came back home, he would find you there in one of those gracious dresses you wore daily and no longer struggling to keep your peace of mind as it used to be when you had your corporative job.
That afternoon wasnât any different, after a long workday with the livestock, Jack came back home, almost entering home with his dirty boots, but stopping the moment he saw the freshly mopped floor shining like glass. He knew moping it again would solve any footprints left, but Jack would never have the nerve to ruin something you had done, so he was more than happy to let his muddy boots rest next to the door as he entered home. Based on that sweet smell of something recently taken out of the oven, Jack followed to the kitchen, smiling widely when he found you there, looking like a proud mother while taking a picture of the warm cake in front of you.
Calmly, Jack approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder. You smiled and let yourself relax between his arms, leaning your head back to rest against his chest.
âWhatâs my pretty wife inventing today?â Jack asked in a warm tone, kissing the top of your head.
âWell, I successfully made a caramelized banana cake, and Iâm very proud of it if you ask me.â You answered happily, melting a bit between his arms.
âAs you should. Just the smell of it by the door was enough to make me hungry.â He answered sincerely and moved to sit in one of the chairs next to the table, pulling you to sit on his lap.
âI make no compromise about it being eatable, but at least looks good.â
âYâwouldnât cook anything bad even if you tried hard, honeybee.â He assured while squeezing you between his arms, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
âWhatâs the matter?â You asked sinking both of your hands on his hair.
âIs invigorating to see you happy, makes me happy either.â Jack admitted sincerely, planting a kiss on your neck âI love you so much, sugar.â
âI love you too, cowboy.â You answered quietly, closing your eyes and resting your head against his, simply enjoying the comfortable embrace of your loving husband.
Tagging: @missladym1981
#agent whiskey#agent whiskey fic#agent whiskey x reader#agent whiskey x you#jack daniels#jack whiskey daniels#Kingsman: the golden circle#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedrostories
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âSisterly love.â
Descendants rise of redâ¤ď¸âĄď¸
genre: silly fluff đ
glassheart used! (red x chloe)
bigsister!red + fem!reader
NOT A SHIP âŹď¸âŹď¸(weirdos get lost)
warnings: NOT PROOF READ. but other then that NOPE! such a silly fic, I HOPE THIS HELPS?? :3 also I donât count my words so have fun!
Growing up in the Wonderland palace was so boring, considering not socialising with anyone but your big sister and some of the guards.
Youâre mom, Queen Bridget; also the queen of hearts did feel bad for you since you were a kid with no social life, so she bought two dogs. One Rottweiler and one german Shepard by the names of Atlas and Apollo, you and red loved them. They were basically guard dogs.
But now here you are, playing with the flour on the kitchen floor, throwing the whole entire bag onto the floor and scooping it into a bowl with the biggest smile known to any four in a half year old girl.
Your sister Red came downstairs with her girlfriend, Chloe.
Her face completely dropped when she saw the mess you made, chloe found it amusing since you managed to pour some on the dogs.
Apollo was rolling around in the white dust spread all over the kitchen floor meanwhile Atlas just sat down patiently just looking at the two older girls as if he was asking them to get him out of this mess. He was a clean dog, didnât like getting dirty. Meanwhile Apollo threw himself into anything that had dust.
âomg, Y/N!â She exclaims, picking up the small girl covered in flour head to toe.
âMoms going to kill me! What were you even thinking!â
Y/N doesnât seem to understand, just smiling and laughing.
âI wanted to make a cake for mama and Chloe!â You responded, the amount of happiness evident on your face made Reds frustration sooner replace.
She sighs after a while, pulling you into a hug, knowing sheâll probably have dust or flour on her clothes and face.
âOf course you did. Cmon, letâs just get this whole chaos cleaned.â
Chloe placed her hand on Reds shoulder, seeing the small smile on her lips.
âWhat?â
âYouâre such a good sister to her.â
Just that there made Reds face flush. Her smile reappearing.
âYeah yeah- shut up. Letâs just clean up before the maids see this and quit..â
âYeah!â Y/N cheered, raising her arms happily.
âYouâre not getting out of this so easily missy, no more sweets.â
Y/Nâs smile turns into a frown, she drops her arms and looks down at the floor with slight sadness.
âaww :Câ
ââââââ
what seemed like FOREVER to you but felt like only 15 minutes for the other two girls you were all done cleaning the kitchen. And the dogs were no longer covered in flour.
Chloe sighs, wiping the bit of sweat from her forehead.
âNothing like a bit of hard work does the trick.â She sighs.
Red laughs, looking at her girlfriend as she approaches her.
âOh please princess, you only cleaned the flour off the dogs.â
Chloe smiles, bringing her hand up to wipe a bit of flour from Reds cheek with her thumb.
âYou had something on your cheek, love.â
She chuckles pulling the blue haired girl closer.
âYou have something on your lips.â
Then, their lips meet for a few seconds, butterflies flutter in Chloeâs stomach, Red felt like she was melting. Until it was cut off by the sound of a little girl.
âeww! donât kiss! germs!!â Y/N fake gags, looking away.
The two girls laugh, pulling away.
âAlright, how about we bake a cake for your mom?â Chloe speaks, kneeling to Y/Nâs height. Earning a scoff from Red for the two to ignore what she just said for Y/Nâs punishment.
Y/Nâs sparkle in her eyes return as she jumps into Chloeâs arms.
âYes please!!â
Red sighs, crossing her arms.
âOh my god you guys are so annoying.â
âOh you love us.â
creator note: I kinda wished that Red had a younger sibling or atleast a pet because I think that wouldâve been a cute thing to add :3
I love these two so much! (another reminder Iâm not shipping the actors, and also this isnât a ship edit towards Malia and Kylie) BUT OMG I LOVED WRITING THIS IT WAS SO CUTE- kinda short BUT SO CUTEE
#descendants 4#descendants rise of red#descendants#red hearts#glassheart#chloe charming#red x chloe#kylie cantrall#sisters#big sis lil sis#fluff#descendants red#mention of Chloe charming#CUTIES :3#mention of glassheart#at4zxx works :3
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chapter two: the weirdo on maple street
an: chapter two!! i am flying with these first couple chapters just because i'm so excited about it. please please please do not expect this from future chapters, i am 100% bound to crash at some point. enjoy this chapter! it's pretty fun.
wc: 4.2k
general cws, not necessarily all in this chapter: drinking, alcoholism, drug abuse, smoking, cancer, hopper being kind of a deadbeat, usual canon violence.
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Your father didnât get home until long after you had gone to bed, out with Willâs search party. You hadnât bothered showing up at the meeting point. Hopper had said all he had to say back at the school, and you could see the argument that would ensue in front of half of Hawkins, so you drove home, building up an urge to do something and a nervous energy that nothing was quelling.Â
The door slammed behind you as you got in. You stormed through the kitchen and the junkyard you called a living room before chucking your backpack at the floor and collapsing on your bed. You stared at the ceiling for an eternal few seconds until your limbs were jumping and your entire body itched, and you jumped to your feet to pace around the room.Â
Slamming your way back through the house, you started pulling ingredients down from shelves with force that the box of sugar probably didnât deserve. You think you blacked out for a few hours, because by the time your breathing was at a normal pace again, youâd baked six batches of muffins (a miraculous feat, considering the piece of shit kitchen you were working with),your calc homework for the next two weeks was done, and your bedroom looked like a tornado had run through it.Â
But staring at the trays of muffins, you still had to do something. So you cleaned the house. Your father arrived home to muffins covering the counters, the entire trailer spotless, and you, absolutely crashed out in your bed with wet hair, holding your sisterâs old teddy bear. Youâd never had a more productive afternoon in your life.
You wake up feeling like your stomach is eating itself alive, and you realize that the one thing you forgot to do last night was eat dinner. You canât fathom the thought of getting up, so you lay still for a few more minutes. You love your room, with your quilted bed, rugs overlapping on the floor over hardwood that would give you splinters, your bulletin board with pictures of your mom and Sarah, and your Dad. A picture Carol took of you, Steve, and Tina. A photo of Carol and Tommy, and a photo of Dustin, Lucas, and Erica from the first day of school that their moms gave you. You hold Cara a little bit tighter.Â
You remember when the nurse gave her to your sister. You got one too, also named Cara. She handed them to you in your hospital beds, told you that she got them to remind you that they care-a-bout you. At four years old, you and Sarah thought it was the funniest thing in the world.Â
You close your eyes tight, then force them open. You pull the blanket back, like a robot, and roll yourself upright, pulling the curtains open. Your trailer is pretty far from the rest of the park, but you can see Eddie Munson coming back from taking out the trash, and Mrs. Kim realizing that the storm last night meant all her clothes were still soaking wet. Her son left for college last year, and youâre getting a little worried about her ability to live on her own.Â
You brush your teeth and tie your hair back before trudging your way out for breakfast, only to be met with the results of your frenzy from last night. The counter is still covered with muffins, minus the couple your Dad is actively chowing down on.Â
âThese are great,â he says, mouth full of food, raising a muffin in your direction.Â
âSale on pumpkins after Halloween,â you shrug. You pass him entering the kitchen, and pull out a container to start piling muffins into.Â
âHey!â He barks, in his very Jim Hopper way. âWhere are you taking them?âÂ
âYou do not need to eat six batches of muffins, Dad,â you say, continuing to box them up. He scoffs, offended. âIâm going to take some to school, and then to Steveâs tonight.â You really hope he just glosses over that last bit.Â
Unfortunately, you hear him try to speak up, but thereâs too much pumpkin muffin in his mouth to be at all intelligible. He sounds alarmed. For fuckâs sake.Â
âDad. I told you I had a thing tonight. Iâm going, Iâve been planning on it for, like, a week.â
âYeah, and I said you could go before a kid when missing, Y/N.â Heâs raising his voice.
âIâm not stupid, Dad! Iâm not going traipsing around town in the middle of the night! Iâm going to Steveâs, for Godâs sake.â  Â
âAnd I already donât like that idea,â he says gruffly.
âDad, weâve been friends since we were six, you need to get over this. He literally has a girlfriend, anyway.âÂ
âAnd what about that Hagan kid?â he retorts. âIâve had about six complaints about him in a month.âÂ
âAlso has a girlfriend. Iâm driving Tina, Dad, I canât just bail.âÂ
âWell, she shouldnât be going either!â heâs yelling. Heâs always been this way with the idea that you might possibly, ever in your life, go on a date or hang out with boys. Naturally, you avoid this by never telling him, but he has got to get over this thing with Steve. Itâs been nine years.
âFor fuckâs sake,â you mutter. He ignores it.Â
âYeah, youâll be thanking me when you donât end up dead in a ditch,â he says angrily, grabbing his hat and jacket and storming out the door.Â
âWell I guess weâll never know, because I wonât have the opportunity!â you shout as it shuts behind him. Jesus Christ. You were really hoping you werenât going to have to sneak out.Â
It takes almost forty five minutes for you to pick out your outfit for the day. Fall is always when your fashion is at its best, and it comes at the cost of sifting through a gigantic collection of second-hand sweaters your mom sent you from the city every morning. Finally, you clasp your earrings, grab your muffin containers, and head out the door, keys in your mouth and backpack on one shoulder. You sigh in relief as you drop them in the passenger seat, before swinging around to the other side and starting up your car, which always takes a few minutes.Â
Youâre halfway to school when you have the idea to drop some at the Byersâ place. You certainly have enough. You pull a probably-illegal u-turn in the middle of the road, and head to the other side of town.Â
As you pull into their driveway, you nearly slam your head on the wheel as you see the chiefâs car, i.e. your dadâs car, in front of the house. Whatever. Youâre just going to have to suck it up, as little as you want to see him again this morning.Â
But as you walk up to the house, raised voices slow your approach.Â
âNo, it was him, it was Will,â Joyceâs distressed voice says. âAnd he was scared. And then somethingââ
âIt was probably just a prank call. It was somebody trying to scare you,â your father interrupts, and your eyes go wide as you listen, standing on the porch. Is he serious?
âWho would do that?�� Jonathan asks. Has he met the people who live in this town?
âWell, this thingâs been on the TV.â Hopper says. It has? You must have missed it in your cleaning coma last night. âIt brings out all the crazies, you know. False leads, prank calls, uhâŚâ
âNo, Hopper, it was not a prank. It was him,â Joyce says, with a mixture of desperation and determination to convince your father.
âJoyce.âÂ
âCome on, how about a little trust here?â She shouts. âWhat, you think that Iâm making this up?â
âIâm not saying that youâre making it up. All Iâm saying is, itâs an emotional time for you.â He cannot be serious.
âAnd you think I donât know my own sonâs breathing? Wouldnât you know your own daughterâs?â Oh.Â
Oh.
That hits you like a bat to the chest. Because, no, you donât know that he would. And you donât know if she even means you. You know she knows about Sarah, the whole of Hawkins does. Youâre too used to people acting like Sarah was your parentsâ only daughter, that she was all they had before she died, and itâs infuriating. She wasnât their only daughter. She was your only sister.Â
The silence that follows is loud, and you decide you donât want to hear any more. Knocking lightly, you push the door open and shuffle in. You donât see your father around the corner, just Jonathan and Joyce standing together, Joyce with her face in her hands.Â
âUm⌠hey,â you say, your voice small. âI brought⌠I brought you guys some muffins. Figured you might not have eaten⌠or something. Iâll just⌠leave them here.âÂ
You place them on the coffee table. Joyce is sniffling with her face covered, but Jonathan comes and meets you halfway.Â
âI can⌠I can grab those.â
âYeah, thanks.â
âUh⌠no, thank you.â He takes the container and nods awkwardly. âIâll⌠um, wash this and give it to your dad⌠or something.âÂ
âYeah, no, take your time,â you donât meet his eyes.Â
âIâm sure he would,â he whispers, so your parents donât hear. You give him a confused look.Â
âRecognize⌠umâŚâ
âOh. Yeah. Thanks.â Youâre desperate to get out of here. You give an awkward wave, and head back out the door, not addressing your father.
On the car ride to school, you canât not think about Jonathanâs words. Why on earth would he say that? He doesnât know you, or your Dad. You know he was trying to be nice, but what the hell does he know about Jim Hopper? Itâs playing over and over through your head as you walk into school. Who the hell is Jonathan Byers?
But youâre reminded of your Dadâs fit this morning as you approach your friends.Â
âUgh. Problem tonight,â you drag. âMy Dad is freaking out, and I canât drive over anymore. Unless he knocks himself out early, which I would love to count on, but canât promise.âÂ
Tommy dives into your muffins, making a gigantic mess that leaves you and Tina giving him a disgusted look.
âOh, fuck,â Tina complains. I was so looking forward to it.âÂ
âWe can pick you up,â Tommy says, gesturing between himself and Carol, âbut I canât promise youâll have a ride back.â He smirks disgustingly. Disgusting really is the best word to describe Tommy Hagan in most situations.Â
âUgh. Iâll see if my sister can drive us,â Tina says as you share a worried look for yourselves. The last thing the both of you want is to be sitting downstairs while Tommy and Carol have sex for hours in Steve Harringtonâs parents bed.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence, interspersed only with the loud chewing of Tommy on a muffin. âOh my god,â you say. âWhy didnât I think of this already? Iâll just stay at your place, T. Iâll bring my car and we can go. Iâll tell my Dad we were working on a project super late, and Iâm âscared to drive homeâ.âÂ
âOooooooooh,â Tommy and Carol wiggle their fingers.Â
âThank god,â Steve interrupts them, shoving Tommy from the back of the head and turning to you and Tina. âI cannot do this with just them.âÂ
âScared, Stevie?â Tina teases him.Â
âYeah, Harringtonâs losing his virginity tonight,â Tommy chortles. Youâre so glad he makes himself laugh, you think. He really needs someone to acknowledge the things he says.
âOh, shut up,â Steve scowls. âYour mom knows that was a while ago.â
Wow, Tina gives you a look. Our friends are so witty.
âSpeak of the devil,â Carol says as Nancy and Barb head down the hallway, flashcards in hand. Steve jumps up from his spot on the benches where you make yourselves at home (which is conveniently located under the trophy case, which his name is all over).Â
The rest of you follow him over, you and Tina giving each other looks as you go.
Steve snatches the flashcards out of Barbâs hands, and she trails off on her question about molecules. âHey!âÂ
âI donât know, I think youâve studied enough, Nance.âÂ
âSteveââ she protests.
âIâm telling you, you know, you got this.â He ignores the annoyed look in her eyes. âDonât worry. Now, on to more important matters.â He clasps the flashcards, drumming his fingers on them as he talks before pocketing them. âMy dad has gone out of town for a conference, and my momâs gone with him, âcause, you know, she doesnât trust him.âÂ
You laugh as Tommy says, âGood call.â Steveâs Dad is the biggest douchebag youâve ever met, and considering Tommy, thatâs really saying something. Credit where creditâs due, even if it is the bare minimum, heâs never cheated on Carol. Steve almost laughs too as he looks over at him.
âSo, are you in?âÂ
âIn⌠for what?â Nancy looks genuinely lost. You would be too. Steve uses a lot of words to say very little.Â
âNo parents? Big house?â Carol looks at her expectantly.Â
âA party?âÂ
âDing ding ding.â Tina hits her, and you hit Tommy as he laughs at Nancy.Â
âItâs⌠Tuesday.âÂ
âItâs Tuesday,â Tommy mocks. âOh my god,â he and Carol are both laughing.
âDude,â you roll your eyes, making eye contact with Tina. Such a dick, you mouth.Â
âCome on,â Steve persists. âItâll be low key, itâll just be us. Are you in, or are you out?â
âUmâŚâ Nancyâs thought is interrupted by Carol.Â
âOh God. Look.â You turn your head to where sheâs staring. Jonathan.Â
âOh, God, thatâs depressing.â
âSteve.â you glare at him. Cut it out.Â
âShould we say something?â Nancy asks. You feel bad for him, but you are one hundred percent out after the disaster that was this morning.Â
âI donât think he speaks,â Carol smirks.Â
âHow much you wanna bet he killed him?â Tommy snickers.Â
âShut up,â Steve shoves his chest. Your eyes widen again, as if you cannot believe what you are hearing from him right now, but Tinaâs laugh slips out, and you give her a pointed look. Obviously none of you are exactly great people, but youâve never known your best friend to be cruel. Steve bites his lip as Nancy watches Jonathan, his eyes following her as she walks over to him.Â
You donât hear their interaction, but if you had to guess, it seems about as awkward as yours. Tommy gives him a wave as he looks over at you.Â
The bell goes, and Nancy heads back over to you and your friends. Steve and Tina split for their art class, and you walk awkwardly beside Barb and Nancy as Tommy throws his arm over Carolâs shoulder.Â
âAttention, faculty and students,â your principal comes over the PA system. âAt eight p.m. tonight, there will be an assembly on the football field in support of Will Byers and his family. All are encouraged to attend. Volunteer signups for search parties are available in the office.âÂ
You hear the door slam behind you as Jonathan heads back outside the building.Â
âWhere the hell are you, exactly?â Your dad is predictably furious when he answers the phone.Â
âTinaâs,â you reply, exasperated. âWe went to the thing at school for Will, and now weâre studying for chem.â
âDidnât you just have a test today?âÂ
Fuck. How on earth does he manage to pay attention to the most inconvenient parts of your life? âYeah, um. Weâre working on a project. Doing some math homework too. I just⌠you know. Studying lumps it all together, didnât think you wanted the details.â
You mime yourself losing your mind at Tina across her bedroom, whoâs trying to hold her laughter in. Since kindergarten, she has found lying to Jim Hopper to be the funniest thing imaginable. For this reason, youâve banished her to the opposite corner of the room until you hang up. You hope he canât hear the wide smile in your voice.Â
âDad. Please, please chill. Iâm just going to stay over here tonight, I donât want to drive in the dark.âÂ
He looks across the trailer at the random woman that came home from the search with him, and decides that maybe itâs for the best that you arenât here. âFine. But youâre home by seven tomorrow night, no later.â
âSounds great. Love you.â
âLove you too. Bye, kid.âÂ
âBye.â You drop the phone on the stand in relief.Â
âYes!â Tina shouts.
âTina!â you shout back, laughing and dropping your voice to a whisper. âYour parents.âÂ
âYou know they donât care,â she grins.
âOk, well, help me decide what to wear.â You pull out your two bikinis, although you know you want to wear the red one.
âOh, come on,â Tina laughs at you. âFirst of all, itâs NovemberââÂ
âHis pool is heated.â
âOh, youâre so right.â She turns and starts digging through her closet. âSecond of all,â she adds, her head deep in the monster of fabric that is her wardrobe, âdonât act like I donât know exactly why you brought that one.â Â
âWhich one?â you ask, feigning innocence and not meeting her eyes.Â
âThe Phoebe Cates one?âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
âHa! I knew it.âÂ
âCome on, just because there are no hot single guys there doesnât mean I donât need male validation,â you smile at her.Â
âYouâre a terrible person,â she laughs at you.
âI know.âÂ
She pauses. âIâm totally bringing mine, too.âÂ
The drive over is full of trying to predict exactly how this night is going to go.Â
âOkay. One hundred percent Tommy pushes Carol in the pool,â Tina says, doing mascara in the passenger seat. âHey! Easy on the road, Iâm doing eye makeup over here.â
âTake it up with the mayor, or something. Fucking potholes everywhere. But, yes obviously happening. We should get in ourselves before they get the chance. This sweater cannot get wet.â Youâre wearing your orange striped zippered sweater under the massive Hawkins Police jacket you stole from your father.Â
âYou and your fucking sweaters,â Tina snorts.Â
You pull in in front of Steve Harringtonâs massive house, definitely not running over the grass.Â
As you get out of the car, a shout comes from behind you. âWhen are you going to learn how to park?â Steve calls from his front door. You look back at your car, which is sitting diagonally half on his lawn and half on the gravel driveway.Â
âOh, shut up,â you narrow your eyes at him as you push past into the house. âRaise a Little Hellâ by Trooper is playing on his fancy speakers. âHave you been standing here this entire time?âÂ
âNo.â
âYes!â Tommy calls from the back porch. âHe has, it's completely and utterly lame.âÂ
âWow! Big word there, Tommy!â
âYeah, your mom taught it to me.âÂ
The doorbell rings, echoing through the house, and the speed at which Steve jumps up and runs to the front door has the four of you in the kitchen all snickering.Â
âHello, ladies,â you hear, and you turn your head to see him leaning on the door. You really have to try not to laugh at him.Â
The scream actually hurts your ears. You and Tina are standing in the pool near the edge, gossiping and observing your friends until Tommy picks his girlfriend up and swings her over your heads.Â
âTommy!â you both shriek as Carol screams.Â
âOne!â He shouts, âTwo! Three!âÂ
âStop it Tommy! No! Donât!âÂ
âYouâre going to kill somebody!â You hit his ankles, and he finally puts her down as Steve comes back out from the house with his pocket knife.Â
You watch as he shotguns it. That sweater really suits him.Â
âIs that supposed to impress me?â Nancy smiles at him.
âYes,â Tina laughs.Â
âDefinitely.âÂ
Steve puts his cigarette back between his lips. âYouâre not?âÂ
âYou are a clichĂŠ, you do realize that.âÂ
âYou are a clichĂŠ,â he lights the cig. âWhat with your grades, and your band practiceââÂ
âIâm so not in band!â Nancy shakes her head.
âOkay, party girl. Why donât you just, uh, show us how itâs done, then?â He tosses you and Tina drinks as well, and you grab your keys from the side of the pool, putting out your cig beside them. You see Barb roll her eyes, and Tina nudges you, smirking.Â
âDonât be so mean,â you whisper at her.Â
âWhat? I donât even get why sheâs here.â Carol gives the two of you a look, like right?Â
âYou gotta make a little hole right inââ
âI got it,â Nancy brushes him off, and he raises his hands in surrender.
âYeah, sheâs smart, you douche,â Tommy chortles. He crushes his empty can against his head before tossing it at the ground.Â
You push yourself up out of the pool to sit on the edge. Holy shit, itâs freezing. âHere, Nance, letâs do it together,â your teeth chatter. âLike right now, too, so I can get back in.âÂ
You cut the sides of your cans together and raise them to your lips.Â
âChug. Chug, chug,â Steve starts, and the others join. âChug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chugââÂ
You drown them out as you finish your can before tossing it to the deck. Nancyâs done right after you, and she takes a bow. You laugh, meeting her eyes. You suddenly really hope that you can be really good friends with her.Â
âBarb, you wanna try?â
The rest of you look about as surprised as Barb herself. âWhat? No. No, I donât want to, thanks.â
âCome on,â Nancy pushes her.
âYeah, come on, yeah!âÂ
âNance, I donât want tooââÂ
âItâs fun! Just give it aââÂ
âNanceâŚâÂ
âJustâŚâ she softens her voice. âJust give it a shot.âÂ
Barb takes the can and the knife from her, hesitantly standing up. She has an audience; Tommy and Carol look on, interested, and Nancy looks back at Steve to an apprehensive look as he raises his cig to his mouth. She struggles with the can for a second before it slips, and she cuts her hand.Â
She gasps. âGnarly,â Tommy laughs, and you hit his leg again.Â
âAre you okay?â Nancy worries.Â
âYeah,â Barb shoots back, obviously annoyed.Â
âBarb, youâre bleeding,â Nancy looks at her. Drops of blood hit the pool deck.Â
âIâm fine,â she insists. âWhereâs your bathroom?â She turns to Steve.Â
âOh! Itâs⌠Itâs uh, down past the kitchen, to the left.âÂ
âOkay, thanks.âÂ
âDo you want me to go with you?â You ask her, and she shakes her head without looking at you, walking back in the direction of the sliding glass doors. Nancy looks on, worried, as her best friend walks away and Steve points out the bathroom. Carol and Tommy are still laughing under their breath.Â
Carol looks up at the sky, shaking her head and enjoying the moment as Barb goes inside.Â
You see Tommy look her up and down, and before you have a chance to warn her he shoves her into the pool. She and Tina shriek as Tina ducks and Carol flies over her head. âOh my god, what the hell, Tommy?â He drops his cig, grinning, and dives in after her. You jump back in with Tina, and begin to lose yourself in the splashing and screaming. Nancy laughs from the edge until Steve sneaks up behind her and pushes her in behind them, giving the most over the top jump in after her. Tommy and Carol kiss, you jump on Tinaâs shoulders, and Steve grabs Nancyâs shoe and holds it away, teasing her.Â
Youâre so unbelievably happy, here with your friends. For the next hour, all your thoughts about Will and your father are totally out the window.Â
âIâm freezing,â Carol shivers, wrapping herself in a towel in Steveâs living room.Â
âMe too, holy shit,â you laugh and dry your hair. You and Tina are the only ones in swimsuits, and youâre looking at each other like thank god you brought them. The idea of trying to peel off soaking wet, cold clothes right now makes you shudder.Â
âHmm⌠well, I hear his momâs room has a fireplace,â Tommy smirks.Â
âAre you kidding?â Steve throws his hands up and you and Tina laugh.Â
âOh yeah?â Carol says, following him up the stairs.Â
âOkay, well, you know, you are cleaning the sheets,â Steve calls after his friend and runs a hand through his hair. âYou alright?â he turns to Nancy.Â
âYeah,â she smiles.Â
âYeah? Come on, letâs get you some dry clothes,â he leads her through the house. You and Tina pull on your clothes, finally something resembling not freezing, and grab your bags.Â
You follow Nancy out to the front of the house, where sheâs talking to Barb.Â
âNance!â her friend calls as she starts to head up the stairs. âNancy. Where are you going?âÂ
âNowhere! Just⌠upstairs.â Steve moves around her, back down to you and Tina.Â
âHere, let me grab those for you.â He takes both of you out to your car while Nancy and Barb talk. You step outside, and youâre glad that for a second itâs just the three of you. Youâre trying really, really hard to sort of back away from Steve, not do any of the things youâve always done with him that might make her uncomfortable. But you think that a little bit, you might really miss him.Â
As you fall asleep that night, next to Tina, you canât keep him and that damn cigarette out of your head.
an: yay!!! chapter two!! i hope you enjoyed it. as always, any reblogs and other interactions are so highly appreciated, i love hearing what you think so so much whether in these comments or in my inbox! let me know if you would like to be added to this taglist <3
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The first installment of drawing Gustino in various AUs has been completed!!
First up we have Siren Tower!
He's a little confused lol. I added the second pic just to show the other arms a little better, and so the scales and webbed hands are more visible. He's got the gills on his stomach from Gus, and the top scars from Pep. Because yes. I think he'd be able to swim, but very clumsily. Has both lungs and gills, so he can survive both on land and in water. He understands both human and siren language, but i still think it'd be funny if Gustavo's part didn't understand Peppino's part and vice versa. Idk how that would work tho
And now we've got Tower Omens!
Normal and hatless variant (the shiny)
Had to show his wings off, since he's a fusion of an angel and a demon. Could've just made them all gray but no, i had to screw around with a half baked gradient that doesn't even look that good lmao. The horns aren't as pointy as usual cause idk that made sense to me. The ring would probably still cause a rash on his skin, but not as much as for just Peppino, so he still wears it as a necklace. He doesn't wanna stain it after all!
So yeah!! These were fun to do! But anyway, two other AU variants are already sketched out! Stay tuned for more of this weirdo /affectionate
And of course, thanks to @alextydaisuda123 and @creat0rstudi0 for the inspiration <3 i hope I'll be able to keep doing this lol
#toasted art#pizza tower#pizza tower au#siren tower au#tower omens#fusions#pepstavo fusion#gustino#these were genuinely so fun to draw#y'all don't know how much i love doing fusion designs.. even if it's basically au variants of the same one#idk i just think he's really cool#don't you worry the next ones are gonna be cooler aus
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Only for you, Boo.
Domestic things bc Al deserves to be married.
Also! 100 follower special! Ignoring its late bc I was busy with school.
When Alphonse woke up, bed creaking as he slowly sat up. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he looked to the left side of him "..hhgghh Boo?" Mumbling as he finally got off the bed. He heard music from the kitchen, as he slowly went down the hall yawning, a sweet humming was heard.
When reaching the kitchen entrance Alphonse felt his heart skip a beat. His lover, Boo was smiling while humming along to a song that was muffled to him. All he could hear was Boo, only them, cooking a good breakfast for both of them.
Eggs, bacon and potatoes, a good breakfast to start the day with. But he didn't even look at the food, only Boo. It felt like a sugary dream, as if they were married. While standing there gawking at Boo, his partner finally noticed him.
Washing their hands quickly after finishing the food. They wiped their hands dried slowly coming to him. With a sweet smile "Hey sleepy head finally awake?" Going on tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek they giggled.
"Can you get the drinks while I make our plates baby?" With a nod Alphonse went into the fridge grabbing juice for the both of them. He smiled as he watched Boo pour ketchup on his plate, "How much do you want Boo?" His partner told him half a cup while working on the plates still.
When he went to go help them they ushered him away "Go sit okay? I know your tired from yesterday. You had to restock so much go rest a bit." Alphonse was suddenly reminded of yesterday, some rich guy from the city came to the shop to get candy for his partner. Almost bought our everything he had, but the money the red head thrown down was worth it.
While think about how the older man's voice sounded familiar he was interrupted by a click on the table. Smiling he saw a hearty meal in front of him, and saw Boo sitting in the chair next to him. "Okay, so, about the car I was able to get a deal with Seth that if I baked for him for like a month he'd fix the air conditioning on it and help with oil changes bc I hate doing it and you kinda suck at it." With a fake pained gasp Alphonse jokingly scowled at them.
"I do not suck at changing oil! I just forget to do it when I need too!" A light giggle and eye roll Boo replied "That's what I mean you weirdo!" Alphonse huffed playfully and began to eat a bit. As the conversation went by Boo was the first to get up with a sigh.
"I need to change and start baking. You know Mrs. Lunker? She wanted to buy some of my chocolate cookies and some muffins to send to her grandkids in the city." Alphonse nodded while scooping the rest of the food in his mouth "Go change I'll do dishes okay? Also can you grab my phone? I need to see if the candies were delivered." Boo nodded and left.
The music still going, Alphonse slipped into a dissociated state. The things he does with his partner felt so domestic, it was a nice pace compared to how he use to live before them. No one to cook for him, take care of him when he worked a bit too hard one day. This was nice, shit he's even doing dishes the day he used them!
Before Boo yhe dishes would be there for like a couple days till he needed them again, only because he got so busy he didn't eat sometimes. Or if a stream went to long and he decided just to eat some ramen to hold him over so he'd get some breakfast at the bar. But with Boo, they made breakfast, lunch and even dinner! He definitely got some weight because of their warm meals.
Looking down at himself he remembers how Boo bought him these clothes. His other ones were getting worn down, some holes because of moths. Boo dragged him to the store and got some comfy ones that suited him and complemented him how cute he looked.
He couldn't help but think about how he does laundry with his partner too. How bow of them chat waiting for the washer to be done, then hooking the cloths on lines in the backyard. And finally folding them together in their shared room while talking about the show they watched together.
Or even when Alphonse decided to mow the lawn because the grass got to long and Boo almost tripped when bringing Sweets to their car for a delivery in town. It turned out that was going to be a hot day so Boo made lemonade for him and brought a towel. Gave him kisses for doing so, saying they're making him his favorite meal and deserts while he was working hard in the sun.
Jumping while feeling a tap he turn his head to see Boo looking at him with a questioning look. "You zoning out babe?" Al nodded as he put the dishes to dry and wiped his hand. The towel being one of Boo's many towels they bought for the kitchen 'for the aesthetic' they said. "Yeah was thinking about how we are." Boo giggled and handed him his phone when he finished drying his hands.
"And how are we?" Alphonse looked through his phone as Boo peaked, smiling as he saw the confirmed notification that the candy was delivered he answered them "it's like we're married. Reminds me how my mama and dad were." Boo gave him a smirk.
"What you gonna propose to me?" A laugh tang out as Alphonse kissed their cheek "Let's wait till we got enough money for a ring atheist Boo. We got like what? 100 dollars combined together?" Boo giggled and nodded "Yeah, I want a ring where it has the biggest fucking diamond! Like that shit looks like a ring pop!" More laughter was bouncing off the walls.
"You want one big as a ring pop right? Might as well propose to you with one!" With a gasp Boo glared jokingly "Alphonse if you propose to me with a ring pop I'd leave and take the candy." It was Alphonse's turn to gasp.
"Not the candy! Boo please! At least let me get half of it!" Boo turned and huffed playfully. "I don't know...gonna have to convince me!" Alphonse wrapped his arms around them and started to kiss attack them "This convincing enough?" Boo was giggling like a child as he kissed them more and more.
But then blew into their neck "AH! EJXNS NO STOP THAT TICKELS!" Boo started to squirm as Alphonse relentlessly blew raspberries into their neck and tickled them. "Naw gotta say you'd give me half Boo!" Gasping for air Boo agreed. As they slumped back into Al their chest heaved as they lightly giggled "Ah...you are so weird." They finally said.
Alphonse rolled his eyes "Only for you, boo." He then let them go since they nagged him to do so. As they grabbed their apron Alphonse smiled as he watched them. Maybe....getting that ring wouldn't be such a bad idea. He also couldn't help but wonder what theme their wedding would be.
The multiple thought about wedding bells and tying the knot. Looking at them as they tied their hair up and smiling at him, with that smile they always do. Yeah, only for you boo.
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Okay! And finished! I'm so happy I finally finished this! I was excited to write this actually bc I love domestic things. Also! Reblogs are appreciated! Please also tell me what you think! It's 7:36 rn and I'm so warm index my blankets I might clock out so have a good timezone y'all!
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no it wasn't just that he didn't say much he did not promote the interview like at all, he still hasn't even posted anything about it. Hell Lou tagged him in a post and he never did anything. That was to me the most clear confirmation he does not like Buck and Tommy. As an actor it's part of your job to promote appearances and he completely refused. The only thing he posted that day was a Buckley Diaz family still, like that was loud and clear where he stood and what they think he's magically changed when he knows Tommy is not gonna last lol. Weirdos I swear.
Yeah, he did not promote the interview and he also didn't say much in the interview itself. For 704 he shared that BEAUTIFUL shot of him and Ryan in the sunset and a bunch of bi Buck art but no bt and he's been completely ignoring the relationship aspect of Buck being bi. And you're right, promotion is part of the job, it's very telling that when he is promoting he talks about Buck being bi without talking about Tommy and making sure people understand Buck's identity or just brings up buddie. We know the show takes the actors input into consideration, just look at the way Jen made madney happen. Oliver has made his stance very clear. I doubt a few weeks of getting harassed on the internet is gonna make him flip. Buddie is years on the making and if it happens it can also give Oliver himself CRAZY exposure. Why would he let that go for a half baked romance that doesn't hold a candle for what he could have with buddie? This is a business and buddie would be a one of a kind romance. Why would anyone involved in this give that up?
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Next Stop: Celebration Station!
Fluff
Noritoshi Kamo x gn!reader
Itâs Noritoshiâs birthday so you decided to treat him with a surprise celebration :)
It was finally June 5. The day youâve been looking forward to for months.
Noritoshiâs birthday!
You hopped out of bed, eager to put your plan in motion. Decorating his room and throwing a party would be the easy part. The most difficult part was making sure he didnât catch on to what you were doing because you knew he would protest your efforts.
âIâve never celebrated my birthday,â Noritoshi had confessed to you sometime last year when the topic arose. âI was taught that my existence was a burden. Why would anyone in my clan celebrate that?â
When your boyfriend confided in you, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. That day, you swore to yourself that his next birthday was going to be one heâd never forget and you immediately started figuring out everything you wanted to do to make his day as special as he was.
You were shocked that your classmates were willing to not only help distract Noritoshi long enough for you to decorate the common room, but actively participate in the birthday festivities. You thought theyâd laugh at you or at the very least politely decline, but everyone was on board. Even Mai, which you never saw coming, but you figured she had a niceness buried deep, deep, deep down inside her. Their willingness to come to your aid was currently coming in handy as Momo was tasked with keeping Noritoshi in the library for as long as possible, pretending to need tutoring and study advice. If that failed, Miwa was going to ask for a detailed lesson in the history of archery. If that failed, then Todo would restrain him until you were ready. Thankfully, your first plan with Momo was going smoothly according to the thumbs up text she sent you. Kokichi was helping you, via Mechamaru, put up streamers high in the room so you didnât have to teeter on chairs and potentially fall over. Meanwhile, you were busy baking the cake. Noritoshi loved coffee so what better than a chocolate mocha flavored birthday cake? It wasnât traditional by any means but you figured heâd dealt with enough tradition throughout his life that this would be a welcome change. When the batter was done, you sneaked a little taste to make sure it was yummyâso did Mai, as her finger was coated in the raw dessert from dipping it straight in the mixing bowl.
âEw, Mai! You got your germs in it,â you cried.
âWhen Kamo blows the candles out, his germs are gonna get all over it anyway,â she said, licking her finger.
âYeah, but I kiss him so that doesnât matter,â you mumbled under your breath. Unfortunately, Mai heard you.
A wicked grin spread on her face. âI can kiss you if it makes you feel better about this whole thing.â
She started running toward you and you quickly put up the spatula as your defense weapon.
âStay away from me, you weirdo!â you yelled out, half laughing. Mai started cackling as well, grabbing one more swipe of batter and opting to leave you be as you still had lots more work to do and she didnât want to put you behind schedule in fear of being told to pick up the slack. With the cake in the oven, you went to work on the snacks next. When those were finished, you pulled the baked cake out of the oven to cool before frosting. You checked on Kokichi, who was all done with the decorating. His last task was to just meet back here with the rest of your classmates in an hour or so when you expected Noritoshi to arrive. You neatly displayed the party plates and flatware on top of the birthday tablecloth adorned dining table and placed the snack platters where they could be accessible to everyone. When the cake was able to be frosted, you worked diligently as time was running out before the man of the hour would show up. With 5 minutes to spare, you were finished. You smiled to yourself, satisfied with all the hard work you and your friends put into this and hoped Noritoshi would appreciate your efforts. You heard a knock at the door and you peeked out the window, relieved to see your classmates. You quickly ushered them in, telling them to be as quiet as possible for when Momo and Noritoshi showed up.
âNot a problem!â said Todo, his voice booming throughout the common room. Mai rolled her eyes and Miwa visibly cringed, Mechamaru placing a gentle hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her down. It felt like an eternity passed before you heard Momo outside the door.
ââŚwant some lunch? I think thereâs some leftovers in the fridge in here.â
You heard the calm voice of Noritoshi speak up and your heart was pounding in your chest from both nerves and excitement.
âOh. Sure, that sounds like a good idea.â
âAfter you,â replied Momo, and you were grateful that she was quick thinking to let him in first to not ruin the surprise.
The door handle jiggled.
The door opened.
Darkness greeted them upon entering.
âIâll get the light,â said Momo, reaching over.
Click.
âSurprise!â
You and your classmates shouted, catching Noritoshi completely off guard. He had no idea where to look first, his mind not comprehending what was going on as the decorations were throwing him for a loop. His brows were knitted in confusion before a look of realization dawned on his face. You walked over to him and handed him a pin with a ribbon that read âItâs Your Birthday!â, little balloons and confetti adorning the trinket.
âThis is for you. All of this. Happy birthday.â
He stood there in silence, an unreadable expression on his face as he studied the pin in his hands like it was a test he didnât prepare for. All of a sudden, he looked up, his eyes taking the chance to meet everyoneâs before landing on yours.
âI⌠I donât know what to say. Iâm just⌠surprised.â
âIt is a surprise party after all,â joked Momo, nudging him in the shoulder. That made him loosen up a bit, his mouth showing the beginnings of a grin. You decided to step in to take some pressure off Noritoshi since you knew he needed time to process everything.
âWell, I was able gather a bunch of games and made snacks so you all can dig in and have fun!â
Your friends didnât hesitate, embracing this chance to finally let their guards down for a moment and have a good time. You caught Noritoshiâs gaze and tilted your head to the side, a silent invitation to step outside and talk by yourselves for a second.
âI take it this was all your idea?â he mused when you were alone.
âIt was,â you said. âYou deserve a day where your existence is celebrated. I hope youâre not mad.â
âMad?â He took a step toward you, resting his hands on your shoulders. âY/n, I am anything but mad. How could I be upset at a partner who cares so much for me?â
You let out a sigh you didnât know you were holding, laughing a little. âGood. I donât know what I would do if I made you uncomfortable. I would feel absolutely awful.â
âOh no, I am definitely uncomfortable,â he said, stopping you with a raised hand before you could apologize profusely, âbut only because I truly donât think I deserve all this.â
âOh, my darling,â you started, conviction lacing every word that left your throat, âthe Kamo clan received the most brilliant, kind hearted, strong boy on the day you were born, Noritoshi, donât ever let them make you forget that. You are so special, even beyond your cursed energy or blood manipulation. Youâre clever, I love how you always have a solution to any problem I run into. Youâre a great listener and your words bring me so much comfort when I crave them. I know I say this all the time but you have such a good heart. You cherish the people you care about and always put them first. You donât hesitate to help people in need.â
You gently placed your hands over the top of his own. âIâm glad you were born, Noritoshi Kamo. Youâre the light of my life and every day I thank the universe for bringing us together.â
A few tears escaped the sides of Noritoshiâs eyes and he looked embarrassed at his display of emotion. Moving fast, you brushed them away with a delicate swipe of your thumb.
âItâs okay, I cry on my birthday a lot too. Itâs a very common occurrence for people,â you said, earning a confused look from the black haired man in front of you.
âReally? People cry on their birthdays and still celebrate year after year?â he asked, still sniffing a bit.
âYeah. I donât know why, but it happens. So I assure you, youâre being very normal.â You gave him a teasing grin. âFor once.â
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. âWay to ruin the heartfelt moment.â
âI canât have you crying into the cake! Itâll make it soggy. Now, come on, we canât leave our guests waiting!â
You dragged him back into the common area, your friends relieved that Noritoshi was okay and now smiling. Todo brought over the cake and set it in front of your boyfriend while Momo lit up the candles. When you began to sing âHappy Birthday,â you noticed Noritoshiâs eyes water a bit again but he quickly blinked them away, leaving only joy in his irises.
âMake a wish!â you all exclaimed, catching him off guard.
âThis is truly all I could ever want,â he earnestly said.
âThatâs so cheesy. Be selfish for once and make a real wish,â chided Mai, only good intentions behind her barbed words. He nodded, looking over every one of you before taking in a big breath and blowing out the candles. Your classmates cheered and you started cutting up the dessert, excited to see if your efforts paid offâthey absolutely did. The cake was perfectly moist, the frosting not too sweet. Noritoshi was certainly enjoying it, a subtle smile never leaving his face as he took small bites, savoring the taste. As you took in the scene in front of you, your classmates clearly enjoying their time together, you felt Noritoshi lean in toward you as you ate another bite of cake.
âThank you. From the bottom of my heart, just⌠Thank you.â
âYouâre absolutely welcome, my birthday boy,â you said, making his cheeks dust with pink at the nickname. He may not have had any good memories of his birthdays in the past, but you hoped from this day forward you could continue making this day one heâd happily remember.
(He kept that birthday ribbon in a box of keepsakes and it made its yearly appearance from then on!)
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If perchance you want an excuse to talk about your Temeraire Aubreyad AU, consider this one! What's Surprise-as-a-dragon like?
I always want an excuse to talk about both Temeraire AND the Aubreyad, so yes!
I haven't done much work on this yet, so have some half-baked thoughts:
Her name is just Surprise but in Latin (probably Ammiriata bc I'm not imaginitive and it also means Wonder)
She is NOT a big dragon. She's a smaller middleweight, probably an Anglewing due to their superior maneuvering/HMS Surprise's excellent sailing qualities
She's mostly good natured, but has a little bit of a tendency to malinger over injuries(HMS Surprise's tendency to gripe, and Ammiriata knows that STEPHEN knows the best way to be on Jack's good side is to be extra solicitous towards her, so Stephen lets her get away with it)
More AU Facts because they keep occurring to me and this is as good a place to write them as any:
Pullings and Mowett are obviously Jack's lieutenants. Obviously. Mowett's dragon poetry is notorious in the Gibralter covert
Diana is the captain of a Longwing. This too is obvious. I have not decided what Sophie is doing yet - she is scared of horses so I am not certain how she would feel about dragons. Dragons are much more physically intimidating than horses, but they can at least tell you they won't throw you off so it could go either way.
I'm putting all the Napoleonic War blorbos in. Hornblower and Bush are here too(maybe on a dragon maybe just Hotspur Husbands). Sharpe will make an appearance, as well as Edrington and Pellew. Idgaf this is already a crossover I'm throwing in everyone. Jane is there she and Jack hook up she and Diana also hook up
Stephen is going to have so much fun with dragons. Can you even imagine. He calls them a chuisle and honey and my dear and everything you can think of and they say it back
Harte is much scarier with a dragon O.o
Everyone keeps questioning why this bitty Anglewing and her captain get set as the head of the Mauritius squadron but no one would ever think it's because of her weirdo little doctor
#temeraire#aubrey maturin#aubreyad#stephen maturin#jack aubrey#this is def going in my future fic plans. but i am trying SO HARD not to get distracted from So Long Lives This
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