#anyway have some fruity four everyone
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Genshin Siblings’ Reactions to Their Sister Having a Girlfriend!
Genre: Fluff, slight crack, (minor Angst in Jean and Barbara’s part)
Reader: Female*
Characters: Ayato & Thoma with Ayaka, Lyney & Freminet with Lynnett, Jean with Barbara, and Extra! Aether with Lumine
Ayato & Thoma-
On a typical evening when Ayato was finishing his daily quota and Thoma was doing his last rounds around the residence, Ayaka boldly enters in, hand in hand with you.
Ayato immediately takes notice, wondering ‘who tf is this bitc-‘ Kidding, he’s just like ‘who are you?’ in his head. And Thoma smirks, as if he already knows something.
The thing is, Ayaka decided to come out to Ayato when she would eventually have a girlfriend to introduce to him.
So when Ayaka asks if the four of you could have dinner together, with her new “friend,” Ayato instantly thinks something is up. His main suspicions are that you ran away from home with your raggedy looking- But he is worried you’re either homeless or in danger. Not really thinking Ayaka wants to introduce a friend, not even taking notice of the way Ayaka looks at you, and not noting your body language around her.
After introductions, the four of y’all are sat around the square table (Kotatsu). Thoma brings a cake with writing saying, ‘Yay! You’re Gay,’ in frosting but it slips pass Ayato as he doesn’t take his eyes off you two.
Once Thoma sits down, Ayaka clears her throat and breaks the big news. “Okay… big brother please don’t be mad. I know you wanted me to remain single for the rest of my life and be lonely till the ends of time-“
Ayato interrupts, not happy with the accusation that is thrown at him. “What? What nonsense why would I want you to be alone? They would just have to be a sensible guy-“
“Ugh! would you let me finish?” Ayaka rolls her eye and interrupts her big brother back. Thoma gives you a soft smile, mouthing the words ‘You better get used to this.’ “Anyways.. like I was saying. I found someone and they’re not a guy so-” Ayaka turns to look at you and Ayato’s jaw drops.
“You’re not homeless?” Ayato exclaims, shock and surprise written on his face. Evidently, the news for Ayaka and you together hasn’t hit him yet.
“Ayato!” Thoma and Ayaka yell simultaneously, while you laugh. Ayato almost looks embarrassed at his words, but you chime in before he can say anything else stupid.
“No, but I am your sisters girlfriend if you’re okay with that…” You look to Ayaka and give her hand a squeeze. She’s been pretty nervous about this whole meeting and stressing about how her overprotective brother would take it. Therefore she came out to Thoma before hand and asked if he would be willing to help break the news to him.
Ayaka and Thoma eagerly eat up Ayato’s reaction. “So.. you won’t be pregnant right?”Ayato nods to himself. And everyone but him deadpans. “Yea, I’m okay with this. Why wouldn’t I be?” He smiles at y’all and watches how his sister gleams.
Ayaka runs over the table to give her brother a hugeee hug. “Oh my god! Ugh I can’t believe I was scared to tell you!.” Ayato gives his sister a hug back and she sits back down.
“Wait.. Thoma?” Ayato looks to the blonde who’s already laughing. “Did you-?”
“Know? Yea… look at the cake I made buddy.” Thoma points to the clearly rainbow colored cake. “It’s a fruit cake. To celebrate this fruity day.” Thoma explains all excited and quite proud of his work.
“Well I see that now.. gosh.” Ayato mumbles and digs in. He slices different pieces for everyone.
The rest of dinner ends in laughter and more of Ayato’s dumb questions. Like “how do women fu-“Where did you guys meet,” and “Who confessed first,” as both Ayato and Thoma anxiously hear your story.
P.S. Ayato’s biggest fear is that Ayaka would get swept up by some dead beat guy and boom hed become an uncle one day, so he’s really happy you’re here to prevent that hypothetical nonsense.
Lyney & Freminet-
When Lynnett calls her brothers out for a cup of tea, they immediately think something must be wrong.
After all, Lynnett never plans meetings. She doesn’t have too since they all live in the same house.
So they conspire with one another for the reason for this meeting on the way to the cafe. And when they enter the building and see their shy Lynnett laughing and giggling, sat next to someone… Lyney’s first thought is, ‘who is this clone of Lynnett?’ And Freminent looks as if he’s lost his marbles. After all, everyone that Lynnett knows, the brothers already know… well almost everyone, until you stringed along.
They both know that their sister likes women. So you being a girl is no surprise. Mainly because Lynnett’s not the most discrete about her likings. If she likes something, they’ll find herself in her own world staring at the object of her desire or find herself obsessed with it, like tea. (Actually I think that’s just a bRiTisH thing.)
Anywho, neither of the siblings have EVER seen Lynnett like this and their eyes immediately trace to the cause of her giddy behavior. You.
Lyney hesitates a minute before asking,“Uhhh Lynnett?” Lynnett turns to look at her twin, who wears a nervous smile. Lyney swears he feels a shiver down his spine, still not fully convinced the girl, who looks like an identical copy of him, is his sister. “Who that?” He points to you, so shocked he forgot his manners.
“Lyney! Don’t be rude! This is Y/N.” She turns to you, “my girlfriend.” Freminent’s shock didn’t show on his face until now, and Lyney is still in confusion. “I called the two of you here to introduce you guys since Y/N will be around more often.” She takes a sip of her cup of tea, “But that was it, so you guys can leave now.” She smiles and was about to continue talking to you as Lyney and Freminent both immediately pull up a chair.
“Waiter, two cinnamon teas please!” Lyney gets the worker’s attentions and turns back to Lynnett, “Oh we are soo here to stay.” Freminent nods vigorously in agreement and Lynnett sighs.
“Exactly! You can’t just introduce her to us and not tells us anything!” Freminent exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest as he huffs.
Lynnett warned you that they might not take the news too well. It’s been the three of them for god knows how long, and she didn’t think they’d be ready to see her get onto the next phase in her life with you.
But you told her this meeting would be good for the both of you. She wouldn’t have to be so cautious with you around the city anymore and could finally get rid of the rope she used for you climb through her window and meet her. Plus it was about high time her siblings knew about the two of y’all together.
“They have a point Lynnett. How can they accept us if they barley know me?” You look at her and she frowns. She just didn’t want to put you through the trouble of her brothers eating at your head :(. “Please,” You ask her earnestly and she sighs.
“Fine. Out with it you two. What do you want to know?” Lynnett glares at them, communicating with her eyes to not ask anything rude. “You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” She whispers to you and you squeeze her hand in reassurance.
“Oh me first!” Lynnett raises his hand to beat Freminent who slides back into his seat. “Why do you love my sister?” He analyzes you, preparing what he will say if you give him a bad answer.
“Well..” The brothers lean in to hear your answer. “What’s there not to love?” You say with a small chuckle. “But if I had to pick some of my favorite things about her it would have to be… how she looks at me… and how she tries to make sure I’m always okay in her own way. But I think the thing I love the most about her… is her independence.” You look to Lynnett who’s already blushing.
Freminent and Lyney look at eachother and it’s as if they come to an understanding that maybe you really are right for her. They usually aren’t so quick to trust someone at face value with some words, but they know. Lynnett has a wall around people and doesn’t let it down around just anyone. They trust that their sister is good at figuring out people’s good intentions from wrong, and if she’s opened her heart to you. Then they trust her. They trust her judgement of you.
“Well, I’ll admit thats not a bad answer.” Lyney rumbles, rubbing his neck, not so happy with his defeat.
“But I have one last question.” Freminent asks and the attention turns to boy who’s remained mostly quiet throughout this discussion. “It’s a really important one.” He looks to both Lyney and Lynnett, and it’s as if they both already know what he’s about to ask.
“Of course. Ask anything. I’m an open book.” You say with a calm smile.
Freminent takes a deep breath, “If you want to be a part of this family then… do you promise that no matter what you hear… or what you learn.. you’ll try to see things from our side?” All three of them look eagerly towards you.
Lynnett has told you seldom about her life outside of magic, but you know in your heart that no matter what, Lynnett will always be someone you cannot live without.
“We all have a story don’t we? …When you trust me enough to tell me yours, I know that no matter what I hear or see… I will wait for however long it takes to hear that story before coming to any sort of judgement.” You say softly, looking at them all and see the brothers tense figures lighten. When you turn back to Lynnett, her eyes tell you everything you need to know and how touched she is.
“Well shit.” Lyney says. “Welcome to the family.” He exclaims, and their drinks have arrived. The rest of the lunch continues with the exchanging of stories from embarrassing moments Lynnett’s had as a child to great epic moments of the high time in their careers. Though they don’t talk anymore about their past, you know when the time is right the occasion will come. :)
P.S. POV: You actually infiltrated their family to learn their magic tricks >:)
Jean-
When Jean patrols Mondstat’s forests for any lurking danger, she sees her sister sitting next to someone on dock of the lake. Their legs dangling and feet touching the water. She was about to walk up to say hi until she sees her sister kiss the person next to her.
Jean drops her sword and a loud thud startles both you and Barbara as the two of you turn around to look at the cause of the sound, only to find the shocked expression of the Acting Grand Master.
“Sister!” Barbara looks as if she’s seen a ghost and gets up to run to her.
“Wait Barbara your shoes-“ You get cut off by Jean running away and Barbra chasing after her.
You sigh, grabbing Barbara’s shoes and wearing yours, while following the shouting of the ladies. You even pick up Jean’s sword that she’s left on the floor.
You and Barbara haven’t been together for very long, but you’re both serious about each other. However, every time you would mention if it’s time to introduce each other to one another’s family, Barbara would avoid the topic. You later learned it was cause Barbara’s sister is extremely overprotective of her.
And it makes sense after all. Barbara has been known to have stalkers and crazy fans (IFHY ALBERT). You yourself know how naive Barbara can be at times and how she doesn’t really take the best care of herself. After all, most of the time you’re picking up after her.
You find the sisters deep into the forest. Barbara sitting down on a rock, her pale feet covered in mud and gunk. And Jean pacing back and forth with a hand messing up her pony tail.
“I can’t believe you went behind my back!” Jean shouts. “A girlfriend? Seriously Barbara? Do you think you’re mature enough to be in a relationship? Do you think that girl is trustworthy?” Jean turns to her sister.
“How dare you! Y/N is a great partner and we’re doing really good! And I’ve learned so much being with her than I have before!…Gosh I knew you were going to react like this so I hid it from you.” Barbara continues the shouting, but then starts to weep and Jean sighs. Jean hates it when her sister cries. And she hates it even more when she’s the one who makes her sister cry.
“Oh Barbara, please don’t cry-“ Jean kneels down, about to wipe her tears.
“Tell me, is it just a thing in your family to leave your stuff everywhere?” You interrupt, and the stark difference in their reactions almost makes you laugh.
Barbara exclaims your name and runs up to give you a hug, while Jean stands back up and crosses her arms over her chest. She wears a furrowed brow on her face to match the tense body language.
“You got mud all over you.” You tell Barbara softly and Barbara giggles. Once she lets go of the hug, you kneel down to clean her feet with a cloth. You put her shoes on her as well, and when you stand back up, you’re met with a distraught look on Jean’s face. “Here. Your sword.” When you walked to her to hand it back to her, Jean looks even more lost.
Jean, for the past years, has been the one taking care of her sister all the time. And though what you did just now might seem small, Jean didn’t even notice her sister was walking around barefoot. ‘What if Barbara got a thron stuck in her foot and her whole leg got infected?’ She beats herself up about not noticing sooner.
“Thank you,” Jean speaks very softly. Almost as if she’s trying to counteract for her shouting earlier.
“Don’t mention it,” You give her a genuine smile. You get where the older sister is coming from after all. “Now, how do we resolve this?” You look at both the sisters.
Barbara walks closer to where you and Jean stand. “Jean… I know I’m asking a lot from you to accept us given how bad I can be at judging people… but I swear. I swear on Barbatos that Y/N is a good person.” She looks at you and you smile. You can’t help yourself but to pat her head.
“Jean, I know how worried you must be. You’ve just seen your little sister being affectionate with some random stranger… but I promise you that this random stranger.. will take even better care of Barbara than you have over the years.” You make a challenge to yourself at Jean and she finally loosens up.
Jean exhales deeply. And shakes her head at how she jumped to conclusions about you.“I will take you up on that.” She looks at Barbara and then at you and noticed how she hasn’t really seen Barbara this happy and free in a while. Being stressed AF runs in the their family and she tells herself that maybe you’re good for her Barbara. And that maybe it’s time to let her sister experience the world for herself, without Jean’s watchful eye. “But.. I think we’re all do for a shower and a proper dinner after. I have many questions.” You and Barbara agree, sticky from the lake and the humid air as the three you guys walk back.
But this time instead of someone running away from another, someone shouting, and someone crying, you guys walk together. This marks the new beginning of getting to know each other and the rest of your lives.
P.S. Even if Jean ended up accidentally slaying your ass out of anger, C6 Barbara would’ve brought you back <3
A/N: I did a Barbara version where Jean introduces you as her girlfriend but I second guessed myself thinking that might be weird after I did the Jean version… (._.)
Aether-
Aether doesn’t believe his sister got a partner before he did. Questions his rizz. The end ;)
Kidding, he doesn’t even know his sister has a girlfriend because he hasn’t found her-
A/N: How do people write traveller?? What even is their personality, like are they pretty? Yes. Do they speak? No. What do you guys go off of?? [・_・?]
11/08/2023
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okay but imagine one of the yandere fruity four (let’s say Nancy, because she’s been a bit of an example used before poor girl) just snaps and kidnaps you, without thinking about it or consulting the rest of the group. And obviously now all of them have to deal with the repercussions of her actions
Anon I am kissing you on the mouth late for valentines thank you
Things like this are so interesting though! Because if you saw Nancy kidnapping you, and she takes you to the others, home, fuck yes they are so pissed at Nancy, but now they can’t let you go. Because you saw Nancy, one of them, and they can’t put her, or any of their family (you, too, are part of their family) in danger.
So okay, you are joining the family this way. They prepared for this scenario anyway.
Of course they thought they’d have more time, because just... up and taking you would have been a last shot, if after they courted you you still said no- you weren’t sure, or you couldn’t because of some horrible reason restricting your choice :(. They would have helped you through that last alternative anyway, because they love you <3
Not all of them even thought down the taking you path... Well okay actually, all of them did, some of them would have just been a lot quieter about it than others. And some definitely would have only had it as their last, last, very last option if they were that desperate and there was nothing else they could do for you... But you’re here now. They love you. They’ll make it work, as best as they can for you. You deserve that, after everything you’ve been put through now, at the very least.
You deserve everything.
So now not only were you betrayed by one friend, but when you see your other friends, you realise you’ve been betrayed by all of them. All four of your best friends, all of them were lying to you, all of them had this crazy thing about you behind your back together, all of them were going to hurt you by keeping you here, and protect each other instead...
Like I said, the other three are pissed when Nancy tells them what she’s done. Eddie tried to run straight upstairs for you, to the spare room Nancy put you in, that they were all planning to be your room eventually anyways. But she grabs him so hard he nearly breaks his leg, gripping onto the bannister and being yanked down those first couple of steps.
Even Robin’s trying to push past, standing up to Nancy for one of the first proper times, at least physically, as she uses her height to stand practically chest to chest with Nancy, and demand she let her and Eddie go to you right now, and to not mess anything up anymore. Robin’s face serious, and dark, and pissed, as she looms in front of Nancy, a way she’s never been before, not to one of the others.
But Nancy begs everyone to listen first. She’s in tears shortly into her argument, her defence more of an apology than anything, and speeching a stance of what they can all do next, to keep this all together. She knows she fucked up. And Nancy usually doesn’t cry when trying to debate something. But Nancy knows what a whole mess this thing is, and it is entirely her fault; no one else to blame but her this time. She doesn’t want to lose the others either. And she can’t lose you, hopefully if the others stay with her, they’ll help you come back around to her too...
But when the other three first burst into your room, they are in shock.
Yeah they knew you were up here. God, they were practically scratching layers beneath their skin and bouncing the floorboards into dust, knowing you were tied up and frightened and all alone up there, but they were taking forever to talk downstairs. A family meeting without you... the last time that’ll happen, they swear okay? ...Apart from the ones where you don’t need to know something that will just upset you.
Immediately they’re running forwards and untying you. Nancy practically had your whole body bound in rope, she was really panicking after hitting you over the head and deciding to just take you.
Shock still on their faces as Eddie undoes your ear muffs and scarf blindfold from Nancy’s winter wear, wanting you to find your senses, caring about you more than anything else right now. He needs you to not be even more frightened, panicked, to know it’s him and you’re safe now and this will never happen to you again - it shouldn’t have. His hands brushing your cheeks as he removes them. His face tender and soothing and heightened with adrenaline, taking this so so seriously as he frees you, let’s you get your senses back. Keeps his hands stroking your cheeks as you see him, because you know Eddie will keep you safe.
Steve apologising profusely and promising you’re alright over and over, as he immediately moves to assessing the rope situation. Deciding to just cut them all with a pocket knife in his jeans, instead of having you in them for five more seconds. Taking it out and being thankful he has all his family here, because as you notice it’s them, your friends, coming to save you, once Eddie’s freed your eyes, you settle down enough so Steve won’t nick you, as he quickly gets to work. Fuck all this rope, Nancy shouldn’t need any more anyway, she shouldn’t be doing anything by herself anymore if she’s hurting you, and all of you, like this!
Robin breaking Eddie’s handcuffs Nancy stole that are tying you to the your bedpost, while you lay on the floor all wrapped up. She doesn’t even really know how she does it in the end. She just acts quick and makes sure not to hurt your wrist. Permanently breaking something belonging to Eddie’s personality that Nancy had twisted and used to victimise you... Robin could really mess with her right now. But at least once it’s done, it’s easier for Steve, dealing with all that rope. Used just for you, someone who wouldn’t hurt anyone. And you’ve been laying on the carpeted floor with your whole body tied up and senses stolen, with nothing even coating your injured head...
All their eyes wet and terrified and loving and soothing and deep in yours. Eddie holding your face as his dark puppy eyes stay closest to yours, walking you through some calming talk as he holds you. Steve promising he’s getting you out right now and shushing you as he says you’re okay, every time he feels it’s safe enough to look up from his knife, task oriented. Robin joining Steve the second she’s broken the cuffs, her blue eyes less teary and so determined, because she is deep in protective mode right now, letting you know when it’ll be over soon.
As soon as you see the others, especially with their shock, their runs to free you, their soothing and apologetic and horrified words, all you can think is thank god. You’re trying to tell them Nancy has suffered some kind of episode, even though you’re sure they already know that. Nancy wasn’t in this room, and they all knew where you were, they were still just shocked to see you like this.
As soon as they’ve got you free, you leap forward, and because of positioning alone, Steve is the first one you hug. He practically lifts you upright, back onto your feet, the moment he hugs you back, even if it does take him a second before he does so.
Steve sniffles as he hugs you, his toned arms shaking but not from the effort of those ropes. His cheek pressed to yours, as he blinks tears down his face, being brushed away by your hair as he lets you sink into his protective hold. Thanking him, hugging one of your best friends, because he saved you, like you knew he would.
Steve hugs you back, because he’s your hero briefly, and he’s aware this will be the last time you’ll hug him for a while. Any of them. Last time you’ll hug them like this, like the you who you still are, for a while. Steve doesn’t want you to change, Nancy shouldn’t have-
He knows this new arrangement will take some getting used to. For all of them. Especially because you probably are going to change as a person, as someone they all know, they love for who you are. But it’s okay, of course they’ll love you anyway, no matter what.
You tell them again about Nancy suffering some sort of break, clearly something is very wrong with her mental health you say, and they all say they know, which you assume they did as they knew where to find you. They’re all relishing in these last few seconds with you, mourning the normal future they know they could have had with you, by keeping their hands on you while they can right now
Steve rubbing your shoulders with his thumbs, his hands grounding you there with comfort and strength, after you pulled back from the hug. Eddie cupping your cheek and neck, still so close by, his other ringed hand cradling through your hair, and biting his lip as he tries not to think about next time he’ll be able to do this again. Robin rubbing your back up and down, her hand resting on your hip like it usually is with you, knowing she’s lost that normalcy, one type of relationship with you now.
And then you realise that all four of your friends are kidnapping you now. They’re all insane. What the fuck have they been thinking about you this entire time? Why are they doing this now? They’ve untied you from your restraints, Steve is nearly on his knees whilst keeping his hands on your shoulders, as he begs you to believe you’ll never be restrained again, but explains they’re still locking you in this room for now.
Stealing you in Steve’s slightly soundproofed house, with no neighbours in viewable distance through the trees of Hawkins around.
At least the house you were to be kept prisoner in was very lovingly built by the architect... The way out of Steve’s house was a straight line, a path easy for anyone facing that way to spot. Easy for them to see anyone leaving on. If no one came to the front door, and knowing - or rather not knowing what these four were capable of - you’re sure they’d be able to keep people away, then there’s no way you’d be spotted. And while Steve hadn’t soundproofed the house or anything dramatic like that, it did keep sound well. It kept everything in well. Which was unfortunate for you.
Begging one of them to be on your side. Doing so as soon they forlornly tell you what’s going to happen now, for the first couple of days. Like for Robin or Eddie to help you. You’re very quickly trying to refigure out your friends. But they don’t. They don’t let you free. They don’t get you the phone. They want you to know they are on your side, they tell you they don’t want you to feel like you’re all on your own, but you say that you are, because they won’t help you.
They sadly trot away, closing your door behind you, to respect you and your boundaries. Sulking away upset, even if they do understand. But if making them upset that they’re making you feel this way helps you get out, then good! But also they should feel upset! They should feel guilty!
You’ll tell them how abandoned and alone you feel, that neither of them are supporting you, you can’t trust them to be by your side, and they can’t promise you it’s untrue, because you have all this evidence to throw in their face, or to tearily testify with. They say they’ll do anything else for you, anything in the world. Even though every single thing you ask for the first day they say no to.
Nancy begging you not to blame/be mean to the others. But what else can you respond with other than actually you will keep doing so, as they are just as complicit as her because they are keeping you here.
“Do you know the law Nancy? They will also be thrown away for kidnapping. You definitely shouldn’t go for that position as a crime reporter, if you don’t know the law.”
The ‘will’ hurts Nancy. As if you really do want them all sent away to prison. Like you’d try to do that to them if they gave you that bit of freedom right now. Like you’re planning on it happening.
You don’t want Nancy to get that stupid promotion. You don’t exactly care how she feels about herself, unless it’s guilty enough to set you free... or upset enough to hurt- Unless it affects your chances of getting out of here unharmed, you couldn’t give one about her feelings.
“Also fuck you.” Is the other thing you say to Nancy. Right before she leaves you to yourself again.
They try to give you privacy, but also keep you at a level of interaction with them like before. Just like before Nancy hurt you - they are really apologetic for that, and really are glad you let them take care of your poor minor head injury. A similar amount of time that you’d interact with them everyday, before you lived with them. So you weren’t going through too many changes, and so you weren’t scared each time they did breach your new bedroom. They want you to feel normal, they really really do.
Steve mentioned to you about two weeks in, when he came in to chat with you like they all do, that if Nancy gets some promotion she’s working towards, it’ll mean more funds in the household for everyone! He says it while practically bouncing on your- the bed, with a smile. Although he quickly gets that expression on his face, the one you used to think was dorky and endearing, where he realised he may have messed up while speaking, and he quickly rectifies that of course that’s not to say anything negative about you now also pulling from the household pot, and that they’re very happy to have you, they’ve always been planning for that; especially since they know you really wanted that break because you were so burned out, so they were gonna give it to you with all their financial support. All their support in the world. Also, the amount they used to buy you gifts, or nights out, or pay for gas to see you, you were always a part of the pot anyway.
You tell Steve to go away, before he can smile for a second time today. It is very rare any of them smile, in this first week or two they have you. Sometimes they forget things aren’t like they used to be. Or they try to treat things like normal, to help you transition. But you definitely weren’t smiling, and they knew, no matter how much the fact made them want to claw their own hearts out, they knew they were the reason why. So they didn’t really feel any reason for them to smile. Not so far anyway.
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Trolls Band Together: BroZone
BroZone brothers orientation headcanon:
John Dory: I could totally see John Dory as an asexual character. I think it would kind of fit what his character is. He did go twenty years without really interacting with people, after all. I'm not claiming that because he is a hermit, he is asexual, I just think that his independence and seeming lack of need for a partner or any companion other than Rhonda (and by the end of the movie, his brothers) is something that could fit an asexual character.
Spruce/Bruce: After the Thomas Jefferson-Miku-binder thing, I don't think I can imagine any of Daveed Diggs' characters as straight. Spruce himself also has some fruity qualities. I think he and Brandy are one of the best couples I've seen in media though, and they only had like four minutes of screen time altogether. Anyway, Spruce could definitely have some sort of queer identity. I'll say bi-curious and leave it at that because he would totally kiss a dude.
Clay: One of my favorite characters ever, I immediately loved him and Viva. He's trying so hard to be taken seriously by everyone. Could I imagine him as a straight cis male and still love him? Sure. But I can totally see him as someone who is pansexual or unlabeled in terms of sexuality or romantic attraction and probably genderqueer or non-binary.
Floyd: I like the headcanon that Floyd is gay (because it isn't canon, contrary to what some people are saying). In the movie, his design with the earring alludes to queerness due to the real-life fact that gay men used to wear a single earring to convey to other gay men that they were in fact gay. Also, Troye Sivan is gay, so it's probably a nod toward Floyd's voice actor.
Branch: Branch is hard to say because I love everything about him. I love his relationship with Poppy and I personally cannot see him with anyone other than Poppy. I kind of get the same vibes from him that I get from Clay, I think that Branch could definitely be someone who just identifies as queer and leaves it at that.
BONUS
Poppy: She's a bi queen. It's obvious.
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We hover around the glass in the ice cream parlour for at least fifteen minutes trying to decide on the best possible ice cream combination, considering we are getting three scoops each. Do we want three variations of chocolate? If we include a fruity sorbet will it spoil the experience? There’s a sea salt flavoured one, which is interesting, but is it too interesting? At least ten other customers come and go in the time we take to decide, but the girl doing all the scooping doesn’t seem to be bothered by us, so we keep looking, talking about our favourite and least favourite flavours. What would our nightmare combo be? How many scoops do we think we could eat before we puke? Jen insists that for her it would be at least fifteen, because she’s made of tough stuff, and for me, four, because I’m practically always on the point of throwing up from what she can gauge. I want to argue that that’s unfair, but actually, it isn’t.
In the end she goes for chocolate, butterscotch, and cookie dough, which I knew she would, and I choose honeycomb, caramel, and the weird sea salt flavour, which actually isn’t that weird after all. It tastes like the intense promise of summer, your head surfacing into fresh, salty air after being submerged in the sea, sunshine against cold skin. It’s like hope for the end of another long, gruelling winter.
I lick Jen’s ice cream without asking, and she licks mine, and though it’s maybe a little chilly for ice cream after all, neither of us admits it because this day is too pleasant to complain about. Her seventeenth birthday, as the cherry blossoms bloom in the trees that line the city streets and the barriers are laid out for the parade and the sun has the tiniest hint of warmth, there’s nothing I would dare say to ruin it.
“I hate the salt one,” Jen says, treating herself to another enormous lick of it anyway to make sure, “The flavour isn’t strong enough.”
“Well then piss off,” I bat her away, “I don’t want your germs anyway.”
“Your germs are my germs, always are. You’ll never stop eating my food and drinking my drinks as long as you live.”
“True.”
“At school, people used to say that when you kiss someone, their spit stays in your mouth for six weeks, and then everyone who you kiss within that timeframe gets some of that spit too, so actually, when I’m licking your ice cream, technically I’m also licking the spit of everyone you’ve kissed in the last month and a half, and everyone they’ve kissed, and everyone they’ve kissed and so on. Isn’t that disgusting?”
“No, because I haven’t kissed anyone in at least six weeks, so you’re in the clear,” A bit of my ice cream melts over the cone and I capture it with my finger and pop it in my mouth, actually, the whole cone is looking slightly wonky. I work on the other side to try and carefully restore the centre of gravity, “have you? What miscellaneous spit do I have in my mouth?”
She doesn’t respond. I go on anyway, “You were kissing that short girl with the side of her head shaved the other week, yeah? So I at least have some of hers. What did you say her name was again? Tamsyn, or something weird, right?” I glance at her, “Taryn?”
Jen is not paying attention to me anymore. She is fixated on what is happening nearby, a slight woman in a beige jacket and shopping bags in her hands is walking toward us through the throng of people on the street. I slip my hand instantly into the crease of Jen’s elbow and pull her closer to me.
The woman is near now, about two metres from us, and close enough to stare pointedly into her face, to see the lines at the corners of her mouth and etched between her eyebrows that make her look hard and bitter.
Jen takes a step in her direction and I don’t stop her, but I don’t let go of her either, “Mam,” she says.
Her mother’s nostrils flare and she shoulders past quickly, frantically. She pretends she hasn’t seen us.
“Mam!” Jen says again, turning around now in desperation to watch her back as she walks away, at the rigid hold of her shoulders, her cold, stuff fingers clenched around her plastic bags. Her head is fixed straight ahead of her, and all I can see of her face is the sharp slash of pale cheekbone.
“Mam!” Jen says again, and we both watch in dismay as she is enveloped by the crowds of Saturday shoppers, and she is gone.
I look at Jen then, the hurt and confusion on her face, the ice cream held forlornly as little streams of chocolate, butterscotch, and cookie dough dribble down the side of her hand. “Do you think she remembers it’s my birthday?” She says.
“I don’t know,” I tell her, mostly because I don’t know what to say, and there isn’t an answer that will make her feel better. “But fuck her. She’s a bitch.”
Jen doesn’t tell me off for calling a woman a bitch. I don’t even really use that word anymore because of how much she hates it, but it's a word that feels appropriate for this moment.
“Jen,” I pull her to the side of the street and huddle her against the railings of the Liffey so that I can embrace her without causing an obstruction.
Her voice is muffled against the front of my coat, “I hate her.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“She doesn't love me.”
I hesitate, “You don’t need her. She would have ruined your day anyway. She would have said something awful to you, or not allowed you to go out with your friends,” I draw back to look at her teary face, “like when you were thirteen and she forgot all about it, and went down to the garage to get you some shite, stale cake at like, ten at night.”
“And she told me I was ungrateful for not liking that one,” she finishes, “It was that rank Battenburg that I used to have to choke down in granny’s house just to be polite,” a weak laugh, “Well, at least I’m not eating that right now.”
“Do you want a cake? I can get you a cake.”
“No,” she glances at the ice cream cone in her hand, “I’m not hungry anymore.”
“Well then here,” I hold my hand out for it, “Gimme that, I’ll chuck it in the bin.”
“But you just paid six euros for it.”
“I don’t mind, c’mon, if you don’t want it anymore let's not have it dripping all over your sleeve.”
“Jude, it’s a waste of money.”
“I don’t care about money,” I bring it to the nearest bin, and Jen comes with me, trailing after me and clinging to my sleeve like she can’t bear for us to be apart. “You can have or not have whatever you want on your birthday.”
I feel bad about enjoying my own ice cream while she is so sad, but I’m hungry, and the flavour combination is so good that I really can’t resist, even for her sake. I just have impeccable taste in ice cream, I’m sure she can understand. She clings to my arm while we amble aimlessly in the vague direction of the park, and when she rests her cheek against my sleeve I glance down at her to find her a little teary eyed, her nose and cheeks pink. I hold my cone to her, specifically the honeycomb scoop on top which she was all over a few minutes ago, but she pulls a face and pushes it away. I guess it is a bit disgusting, half melted with rake marks from my tongue over every surface, but I know she’ll appreciate my intention.
I press my cheek against the top of her head. “Do you think Evan and Michelle have finished their kissing by now?”
“No,” she pouts, “We’re going to get there and they’ll be rolling all over the grass like a pair of wild animals. They won’t even see us.”
“Hm,” I pause at the lights and glance down the road to where the Luas is grinding to a halt along the railings of the green. “Why don’t you and I just make a day of it then? Nobody else. Just us.”
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At the end of season 3, Hopper should have been blasted through the opening gate somehow. If he was gonna survive what happened, it should have been that he got blasted into the Upside Down, and he's been in there, surviving on his own somehow for months.
or maybe not entirely on his own. one of the Russian soldiers got blasted through with him. some guy named Dmitri. You know the one.
He knows enough English to talk to Hopper, but he doesn't reveal this for like a month because it pisses Hopper off and they are busy being enemies. Well. Mostly enemies. They band together when they have to, to stay alive. They turn Hawkins into a little war zone. It's mostly against each other since not much actually lives there for a while. When stuff does show up it has to deal with them having Home Alone'd the town against each other except they both know what the other one's doing anyway, so they can both use all the traps.
It's not like they're friends (they're a little bit friends).
Vecna turns up after a bit, with all his fuckin' bats, and they get ousted. They don't go far. Vecna's plans are actually delayed by like a month because stupid shit keeps happening when he goes into the town, courtesy of our two little shits. They're not even doing anything new, it's just all the leftover booby traps and shit.
Anyway please imagine everyone's surprise when the fruity four turn up and get spotted by Hopper and Dmitri, who join in on going home. What have they been eating all this time? Listen, just don't ask. it did NOT taste like chicken. They just want a beer and some pizza, and then also in on whatever the new plan is.
forget the frankly boring as fuck russian prison garbage, I want upside down shenanigans. hopper still finds a whole fucking actual sword in someone's house tho. that can stay.
#stranger things#jim hopper#enzo dmitri#stranger things fic#my writing#I will not be writing this#so it's fair game if someone else wants to#slow burn enemies to friends#or enemies to lovers maybe who knows
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Friends to Lovers Tournament: Round 1, Side A, Match 9
propaganda under the cut!
Iruclarazz:
LISTEN THEY ARE THE OT3 TO BEAT ALL OTHER OT3's LIKE THEY HOLD SO MUCH POWER!!!
1. THEY ARE SO FUCKING FLUFFY AND COLOURFUL AND PURE AND ADORABLE AND—*chokes on emotions* anyways they're literally the most wholesome and supportive of all ships like i can't even begin to summarize how much they care for each other
2. THEY CANONLY CALL EACH OTHER SOULMATES and even if clara and azz don't understand what a soulmate is (they're demons) they're just happy to be close to iruma.
3. whenever one of them is upset or bothered, the other two form a team and they go ALL OUT to lift the third person's mood!!! they try to solve the problem but if that's not possible, they just stay with that person and try to make them feel better so that they can face their problem with a better mood and more strength
4. they're ALWAYS together. and none of them are bothered by it!! and instead of being toxic about the need to stay close, they establish boundaries! like they have their own secrets they can't tell the others and that's totally fine! no pressure at all in their squad
5. listen these three help each other become better people!! like they bring out the best in each other and it's the most wholesome, encouraging, healthy, lovey dovey ship ever!!! like clara becomes more responsible despite her need for chaos bc she wants to make sure azz and iruma can depend on her! azz stops putting up walls and allows people to approach him because he wants to get involved in the other two's lives! and iruma learns how to set boundaries with these two where he could never say no to anyone!! like if that isn't the most awesome and perfect relationship idk what is!!!
6. one tol and two smols that's all.
THERE IS JUST SO MUCH MORE IN CANON THAT SHOWS HOW AWESOME THESE TRIO ARE AS AN OT3 BUT YEAH IT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL POLY SHIP I'VE EVER SEEN IN MANGA!!!
Sunnflower:
ok listen their relationship is extremely important to the plot of the game so they get a lot of focus and a lot of the stuff they say abt each other is like????? bro thats kinda fruity ngl??????? theres like. a lot of stuff i could say about them. like a lot. too much actually
so instead ill just, idk summarize their relationship and then give some fun facts abt them
Sunny and Basil are best friends! They're shown to be very close to each other, closer than they are to the rest of their friends. They rely on each other to listen when they need to vent, and like to read books together! Before the events of the game, Sunny and Basil become involved in an incident that basically tears their friend group apart. Basil keeps the secret of their involvement from everyone because he cares too much about Sunny to let him get in trouble. They then don't talk for four years, and spend the entire time pining for each other!
Basil hopes for four years that Sunny will finally come back to him, meanwhile Sunny has retreated into a perfect dreamworld he uses to cope. All of his friends are there, and everyone is happy, and the dreamworld is full of things Basil loves. The most common food item is tofu(Basil's favorite food), there's an entire race of plant creatures that adore tofu(Basil likes to garden + his favorite food), his garden in the dreamworld is huge and has lots of flowers that represent each of his friends! Also, an important NPC says this abt Sunny and Basil's relationship: "He is special to you. A string of fate ties you together." A string of fate you say? Hmmm, I wonder why they phrased it like that...
Also, when Sunny and Basil finally do start talking again, Basil says stuff like this: "W...Wait... P-Please, SUNNY... Don't leave me... Not again..." "After all this time... you've finally come back for me. But... tomorrow... you're going away. H-HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!?!? That's mean, SUNNY. That's so mean!" Yeah... he's not doing too well...
But don't worry! After a year or two of therapy I'm sure these two can have a happy, healthy relationship!
Obviously I have a lot more to say abt them but it's all literary analysis and context clues and stuff, I just wanted to point out the more obvious stuff!
#friends to lovers tournament#welcome to demon school iruma kun#omori#iruclarazz#sunnflower#iruma suzuki#asmodeus alice#clara valac#omori sunny#omori basil#polls#tournament polls
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Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 4
Chapter Summary: After reliving your unexpected first kiss, you agree to meet Joel again for another boat ride. While you're trying to remain level-headed, your hormones are in overdrive as you wonder where things are headed between you.
Joel x f!reader
The kiss was innocent enough. Closed mouth, a peck that lingered with eyes pressed shut. You could taste the Narragansett beer he'd be drinking down at the beach. But sparks went off like fireworks inside of you.
When you pulled back and opened your eyes, Joel's lips, his luscious lips, twisted into a smirk. His eyes, playful and kind, lingered on yours.
"Goodnight," you spoke with a smile of your own and glowing, hot cheeks.
"Goodnight."
"Will you be okay to get home?" The question felt silly but you couldn't help but ask. It made him chuckle.
"I'll be fine."
"Okay." You nodded and realized he was leaning back in.
"Okay," he echoed, closing his eyes again as he planted a second kiss on your lips.
You didn't want to part from him. Never in your life had you wanted to jump someone's bones so badly right after you met them. You'd never had a one night stand or slept with a guy right away, it just wasn't your style. But Joel. Joel would have been an exception to every silly little rule you'd penned in your imaginary rule book. You didn't want a one night stand. You wanted a one-hundred night stand - or more.
Calm the fuck down, you told yourself.
"Six o'clock tomorrow night?" He asked, still lingering close to your lips.
You swallowed hard. "Six o'clock."
"I gotta leave the dock then so don't be late." He smirked with another wink that made you swoon.
"I won't be late."
You hadn't realized your fingers were entwined with his until his hand parted from yours. You managed a deep breath, said your goodnights again and then headed upstairs.
...
"Taking the boat out to Block Island today," your Uncle Mark explained as he sipped on a fruity drink beside you on the beach. "Any interest?" He smoothed out his graying mustache.
You couldn't risk being late to meet Joel, but you pretended like you were thinking about it. "I might do a little shopping out here tonight."
"No problem. You kids are getting too old to hang out with the old dudes, anyway." He gave a laugh. "To be honest I miss being young and hitting the bars. Being able to do shots without feeling it for four days."
You gave a laugh. "My shot taking days are ending. Some beers and maybe a rum runner or two I can get behind, though."
Uncle Mark laughed and you gave him a fist bump. He was the funniest family member you had, and before you left the beach the two of you snuck in a shot of Fireball he kept in the cooler, just for good measure.
On the walk back from a day in the sun your brother caught up with you. "So, uh, who's the guy?" He teased.
"What?"
"Who's the guy?" He repeated with a smirk. "Late night. You asked me to lie for you. I did. You're not joining us on Uncle Mark's boat."
You chuckled and shook your head.
"I knew it."
"I'm meeting a guy tonight for dinner."
When he started singing the Grease song, Summer Lovin' you laughed and hit him. Sometimes your brother could be okay, despite his cringy antics.
"Thanks for covering for me last night."
"Yeah, yeah. You've had my back before and you always bought me beer before I could buy it myself." He laughed. "Just don't get kidnapped."
"I'll be fine." You smiled.
The vibe of the week had shifted tremendously. You went from being bored and then feeling guilty for being bored to completely alive.
Everyone had gone to Block Island on the boat, and your mother was the most disappointed that you decided to stay. A part of you felt guilty again because you knew she was trying to hold onto the bond you'd always had with her. Your parents weren't bad people, not by a long shot. You were just feeling a need to spread your wings now that you were fully submerged into adulthood.
Speaking of adulthood, you finally felt like you were able to let yourself go - socially and romantically. It was time to explore all avenues of your love life and Joel Miller was in your crosshairs.
You tried to pull off a look that showed you were trying but not too much. You put on some makeup, lip gloss and straightened your hair. You sported a sundress for the boat ride again and some flip flops.
At five-thirty you began the short walk down to the docks and saw the now-familiar boat beginning to approach the dock with a short line of people waiting to take their cruise. The crew from the hour before began to exit the vessel and, as they piled off, the first people in line piled on.
You held your breath. Butterflies were in your stomach and your eyes scanned the boat frantically. The excitement and anxiety wouldn't get back to an even keel until you saw him.
The dock rocked beneath you as you paced toward the boat. You spotted one of Joel's friends from the bar securing a rope from the boat to the dock.
Where is he? Where is he? The phrase peppered in your mind as you neared The Mist of the Sea. Your heart rate climbed and then, as the first passenger went to climb aboard, the captain emerged with a hand extended to help them on.
You swallowed hard. He looked even better than you remembered, sporting the same hat over a T-shirt that hugged his rugged upper body. He smiled genuinely as he helped the passengers aboard.
And then it was your turn. When your eyes met Joel's you noticed his Adam's apple rise and fall in his throat. His lips tightened on the corners at first and then a smile formed, big and bright, on his face.
His warm palm secured your hand to his, and when his fingers wrapped around your hand you felt a hit of infatuation. It was already addicting.
"Welcome aboard," Joel greeted. He grinned, and you smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Thank you, Captain." You allowed him to guide you aboard. Everything felt great in that moment. Perfect, even. You hadn't felt so naturally happy in a long time.
"The view from the top deck is stunning," he said as you headed for the ladder.
"Thanks for the tip." You glanced over your shoulder at him and felt your flirtation was successful as you took the ladder to the top deck.
Others had begun to get seated but you managed to make your way close to the front of the boat to be close to Joel.
He eventually made his way to the top, subtly letting his knee graze yours as he passed. A moment later he was on the boat radio, capturing the crew's attention as he promised a relaxing and informative forty-five minute ride around the island.
You enjoyed the ocean breeze, and of course the view of the captain. But you couldn't wait for whatever came next. Joel was so close, yet so far. After the hours of conversation and the pair of kisses the night before, you couldn't help but crave more. Selfishly, you wanted Captain Joel all to yourself.
He was really in his element. Joel was friendly and energetic. He had people laughing and asking a question here or there. He really was an islander, and you could hear the passion for the place he lived in every little detail he provided. It was dreamy.
I could do this over and over, you thought to yourself.
The forty-five minutes came and went. You tried to soak in as much of the history and little tidbits of the Island that you could. When Joel finally eased the big sea vessel back into its spot by the dock, he thanked everyone for joining and motioned for you to come to the front as the others piled out.
"So, what'd you think?" He asked. "Better the second time around?"
"I'd say you nailed it," you said with a nod, letting your hand drift across the steering wheel. "You got a standing ovation. They seemed to like you."
Joel gave a little grin and motioned to the wheel. "Think you could drive her?"
You huffed a laugh and positioned both hands on the wheel, looking out at the sea. "I'd probably take us to Ireland or something."
Joel laughed lightly and crept in behind you. He placed his hands over yours on the wheel.
You swallowed hard and your pulse quickened when you felt his body gently brush against yours from behind. You were struggling to fight the impulses you wanted so badly to act on. But to be fair, Joel knew exactly what he was doing.
"If I said starboard which side is it?" He asked.
"Um.." your brain was practically shut down and your body was working overtime. You went to move your hands on the wheel to the left but Joel caught you as you did and forced your hands in the other direction.
"Close," he teased. The laugh he let out ricocheted down the side of your neck. It caused you to turn partway to look at him.
For a second or two neither of you said anything, and then in a boyishly cute fashion, Joel simply said, "Hi."
"Hi." You breathed the word back and your gaze alternated, in rapid fashion, from looking into his eyes to down at his lips and back again.
That was when Joel recognized your hesitation and took the initiative. He grabbed you by the side of the face with one hand and kissed you. This time he *really* kissed you.
It was fierce and hot. Your tongue fought for dominance with his, but ultimately Joel took over with ease. You gasped when you took a breath and then dove back in for more.
Fuck, how would you stop? There wasn't a part of your body that had the will to stop.
And then came a whistle from below. It jolted both of you back to reality and you suddenly remembered where you were.
"Joel!" A voice called up. "You good?" It was one of the deckhands.
"I'm on my way down!" Joel called back. He turned back to you and sighed through his nose. His hand still rested on your cheek. "Come to dinner with me."
You nodded, knowing full well how crimson your face was and swollen your pupils must have been.
"Do you feel comfortable coming by my house first? I just have to take a quick shower. I'll be in and out in five minutes."
Joel's house? Him showering? Naked. With you there.
"If not," he went on, "That's fine. I could meet you at the restaurant-"
"No, it's fine," you blurted before he could suggest anything else. "I'll go with you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." You couldn't hold back a smile.
Joel smiled back. "Alright, let me just get this boat secured and then we'll go."
"Okay." You took a breath as he exited your personal space. It felt empty without him there, especially in the throes of infatuation. Still, it gave you a second to process what the immediate future would hold as you tried to keep your cool about going to Joel's house.
#pedro pascal#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#joel miller x oc#pedro pascal x f!reader#pedro pascal x y/n#joel the last of us#tlou fic#joel tlou#joel miller tlou#joel miller smut#pedro pascal smut#pedrohub#joel miller x female reader#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x f! reader#pedro is daddy#tlou smut#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal gif#frankie morales#narcos#joel miller the last of us#joel x y/n#tlou x reader#joel miller fluff
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I've had this idea in my head that Paul uses M&M tubes to keep his joints in! They're perfect, they start out having candy AND they're air tight! If you can make anything out of that for the love of all that lives, you gotta.
Summary: Paul is a fiend, and makes it grandpa Emerson's problem
Word Count: 2.5k
Great ask! I love this one a lot, you’re gonna get a crack response, but it’s a good response. Cause I’m smoking a crack pipe full of these fruity little bitches!
So, I’ve been toying with the idea of the boys going to COSTCO; hear me out. Any TLB AU where everyone survives, means Lucy will take the boys in; no if’s and’s or buts about it. She is the best 80’s mom ever, she’s for sure adopting them. Which makes the whole David x Michael thing weird bc they would be…stepbrothers? Whatever, vampire relationships are complicated. She would also have to be feeding like 10 people. Hold on, lets actually count. It’s the boys, that’s 4 + Lucy, Sam, Michael, Grandpa E, another 4, then Star, and Laddie, which is 2 AND maybe Max, and the Frog brothers… depending on how that goes. Anyways, that’s still at LEAST 10 mouths to feed.
So, Lucy, being the mom that she is, would get a COSTCO membership to get all the things that her new, big family would need. Now, you’re probably wondering, “Ari, where the fuck are you going with this?”
WELL
Lucy would get a COSTCO card so she could get these rambunctious fuckers what they need. Max would foot the bill, and everyone would be ‘happy’ about it and shut up forever. (FYI, Costco in the 90’s looked more like a Home Depot, which I hate).
Lucy notices, IMMEDIATELY that her new sons have some interesting snack choices to say the least.
David is waaay too into eggs, to the point where she doesn’t know if he’s even eating them, or if he’s just hiding them somewhere. Marko goes through wheels of cheese like they’re apples. Dwayne likes… pickled fish and marshmallows. And Paul… well, she’s concerned for all of them, but she’s most concerned for Paul.
He’s quickly becoming her favorite. He always helps with chores, even if he doesn’t want to. He changes light bulbs for her, even catches and releases the bugs that get in the house for her. Sure, he’s screaming and yelling the whole time it takes him to get the damn bug outside, but it’s the thought that counts. He's a mama’s boy through and through.
Lucy started worrying for him though, the second she noticed he would go through candy so quickly. And not just go through candy, he would go through the damn candy. Paul could eat a whole box of candy, within a few minutes. When she got trick or treat candy for one Halloween, Paul went through several hundreds of dollars’ worth of candy within a few hours. Specifically, she noticed, he would tear through the mini m&m tubes like nobodys business.
Which, if you asked Paul, he’d say it really was, “nobody’s business.”
She would buy the giant COSTCO boxes that had 24 tubes and he would just walk off with the whole box. After he’d done that three or four times, she brought it up to David.
Lucy: I’m worried that Paul is… going to make himself sick.
David: *Leaning against the kitchen counter* We’ve been worrying about that for a lot longer than you have, he’s just like that.
Lucy: No, I mean, he keeps stealing these… little… *gestures with her hands* tubes of candy and I don’t know what he’s doing with them.
David: Oh, *rubs his chin* well that would be concerning… if it wasn’t Paul.
Lucy: Can you just make sure he’s not eating all that candy, can you boys process sugar fine like that?
David: *shrugs*
Michael: *walks into the kitchen, and grabs something from the fridge*
Lucy: OH, oh, Michael, *waving her hands* tell David about the thing.
Michael: *closes the fridge* Oh, no, not this again. *To David* Is she bothering you with this? *To Lucy, pointing with the soda bottle* Are you bothering him with this?
David: *snorts* This is a real hot button issue, eh?
Lucy: I’m worried about him, is no one else worried about him?
Michael: He’s a weird guy, mom. He’s just like that.
Lucy: But-
Michael: Mom if it’s that big of a deal why don’t you ask him about it?
Lucy: I TRY. But every time I try to ask him about it, he bolts. And, *pointing at Michael and David* with all that damn candy, I might add.
David: *laughing* Yeaah, that sounds like Paul.
Michael: Don’t encourage her.
Lucy: *glares at Michael*
David: Listen Ms. E, I wouldn’t worry about it making him sick. But if it means that much to ya, I’ll talk to him about it.
Lucy: Thank you, David, *pats his back*
David: *already halfway out the room* okay byeeeeeeeeee
What lucy didn’t know, was while, yes, Paul was a fiend for sugar, he was hoarding the m&m tubes for a much more nefarious reason.
Paul was like a pack rat. Step one foot into the cave, and you’d think it was just a mangled mess of shit. But, if you looked closely, you’d notice all the little things hidden away.
Paul had been, for the last several months, eating, emptying, and refilling the plastic, airtight containers with grandpa E’s marijuana. He had been sneakily snatching the sticky green buds in the middle of the night and stashing them away for safe smoking.
Albeit, not as sneaky as he thought. Cause, on more than one occasion, grandpa E had been waiting outside in the garden with the spray hose for Paul. Whenever Paul would slosh into the cave the boys knew he got hosed again, and they’d laugh at his ass.
But, Paul, the ever persistent, learned grandpa E’s habits, and how to better sneak the weed away undetected. He’d crawl on his belly across the roof of the house with a bag slung across his shoulder (think army style, when they make them crawl through the mud; that’s Paul). He would peep his little face over the side of the roof and watch for grandpa in the garden. The first few nights, grandpa E stood outside for a few hours with the hose, waiting for the wild blond.
His persistence paid off, after a few days, grandpa E thought it was safe, and Paul snatched up his goodies. Paul thought he was being sneaky by hovering above the ground and not leaving boot prints; but the next morning, when Lucy, Sam, and Michael were having breakfast and they heard a string of old man cuss words, they knew ‘smokey the bandit’ struck again. Lucy didn’t believe for a second that sweet Paul could steal from her dad, so she chalked it up to her dad smoking too much and being old.
The next night when the boys went to visit for ‘pizza night’ grandpa E railed into Paul. He would not stop ranting and raving about how he was, “going to hog tie his ass,” and, “turn him into the ugliest taxidermyed vampire there ever was.” Lucy gave the boys some money and sent them to get the pizza to let her dad cool down, but when grandpa E insisted he didn’t want Paul back in the house until he apologized, she told the boys to just go out for pizza.
Marko: Paul, you asshole, just apologize so we can go back.
Paul: If I apologize, then that proves I did it- which I didn’t.
Dwayne: Dude, we all know it was you.
Paul: Hey, he’s getting old, that’s 100% not my problem.
David: You know, if you strip the stalk, that kinda makes it more obvious, dumbass.
Sam: You shoulda heard him this morning,
Michael: Yea, it was pretty bad. I’ve never heard him blow up like that.
David: Really? What happened
Sam: He went crazy! He wouldn’t stop screaming!
Marko: *giggling*
Sam: It’s not funny dude, okay? He said words I’ve never even heard before!
Dwayne: Like what? ‘Dagnabbit?’
David: *snorts*
Michael: *Pulling Paul’s jacket by the sleeve* You know if he catches you, you’re dead.
Paul: I’m already dead, also, I’m so not scared of your ‘pappy’.
Michael: Hey, it was a fair warning.
After that, grandpa E went through with operation: catch that flying asshole. He brewed pots of coffee to stay up all night and traded in his hose for a shotgun. Grandpa E sat outside with a chair and his shotgun across his lap, just waiting for Paul to show.
Paul, the ever persistent, waited over a week for his prize. Lucy watched from the kitchen window, as her dad sat outside and stared at the night sky. Her, and Sam were beginning to worry about his mental state. He’d been forcing himself to stay away for hours, and whenever he did fall asleep, Paul would chuck pebbles at him to see if he’d gone to bed for good. Grandpa E would immediately wake up, startled, and one time he’d rang a shot off into the night. Lucy scolded him, saying what if he’d hit a bird, or one of the boys. And his response was, “good! Those fuckers need to learn to stop stealing my stuff!”
One night, after almost 10 nights, there was an opening.
Paul laid on his back, staring at the night sky, rolling the little grey pebble around between his fingers. He was getting sick of waiting, and if he wasn’t worried about what Lucy thought of him, he would have just gone and taken the whole damn garden already. He stared up at the stars, watching the clouds roll in.
Clouds.
He listened to the water as it began to fall softly onto the roof. The pitter-patter came slowly, then faster, then it came in a downpour.
Grandpa E: LUCY!
Lucy:
Grandpa E: LUUUCYYYY!
Lucy: What dad?
Grandpa E: Lucy! Bring me the umbrella!
Lucy: No Dad!
Grandpa E: WHAT?! But it’s a downpour!
Lucy: If you want the umbrella, you gotta come get it yourself!
*Lucy had had enough of her dad’s shenanigans and was determined to get him to come inside from the cold. She hoped this rainstorm was the wakeup call he needed. *
Grandpa E:
Grandpa E: SAM! MICHAEL!
Lucy: They’re not here dad!
Grandpa E: LUCY, YOU BRING ME THAT DAMN UMBRELLA BEFORE I CATCH MY DEATH OUT HERE!
She was done entertaining the notion that Paul, her sweet, kind, always there to help anyone, Paul, was stealing from her dad. He would have to come inside one way or another.
Grandpa E grumbled as his button-up shirt started to get soaked.
Paul turned to lay on his belly and watched his nemesis shift around, trying to determine what to do next. “Go inside, you old bastard,” Paul mumbled to himself. The rain was coming down hard now, if it wasn’t for his vampire eyes, he wouldn’t be able to see anything through the rain. Paul could stay out in the cold and wet forever if he needed to, but he knew grandpa E had to go inside, “go in,” Paul insisted.
He watched as grandpa E pulled the shotgun off his lap and scampered inside. He could hear him mumble something about an umbrella as he ran through the screen door into the kitchen.
Now was his chance!
Paul quickly flew down to the garden. He planted both feet firmly on the ground, what did it matter if his boot prints were in the ground, grandpa knew he was there, and also the rain would wash them out. Paul’s boots squished under him in the wet, burbly mud, he squatted down and grabbed the plant from the base of the stalk and ripped it out of the ground. The roots of the plant dripping down with mud and rain. He repeated his process a few more times. “Fucking old bastard,” he grumbled, as he pulled another plant up by the roots, “making me come out here in the - *grunts* FUCKING RAIN.”
He grabbed a few stalks, tucked them under the strap of his bag and flew off into the night.
Grandpa E heard the “woo-hoo” as he was reaching for the screen door. He ran outside, looking for the umbrella was a flop, it took him too long to search in the cramped closet, so he gave up and decided to return to his green patch of goodness. He scampered back to the kitchen and saw a hurried mess of hair shifting around in the garden.
Grandpa E: Look! There he is! *Pointing out the window*
Lucy: *Walking to the window* Dad, I don’t see anything?
Grandpa E: What do you mean?! He’s right there!
Lucy: *straining her eyes* Dad, it’s a downpour, I can’t see anything.
Grandpa E: *running to the screen door* I got your ass now!
But, as we all know, by the time he got out there, it was too late. Grandpa E, stared at the ground in defeat. He watched as the holes where the stalks used to be burbled and filled with mud and water. The boot prints were fading before his eyes. He knew no one would ever believe him now, and he knew Paul knew that too.
If he didn’t hate him so much by this point, he’d might have applauded him. But for now, he just fell to his knees, the mud sloshing under his pajama pants, and he wailed into the night.
Paul laughed the whole way back to the cave.
When he finally landed, he happily stomped down into the cave. He leaves of the stalks rustling, mud dripping off the stalks and the roots.
His boots squelched under his weight and the mud tracked in behind him.
The other boys and Michael watched as the cocky, rain washed out blond walked into the cave.
Marko: No fucking way.
Dwayne: Oh, Paul you didn’t
David: Atta boy!
Michael: Oooooh, I’m not here.
Paul hummed happily to himself; he ignored his brothers’ jeers as he walked to his alcove. He slung the bag off around his head set the stalks down next to his bean bag chair. He sat down on the tattered, ratty thing with an oomph. He looked at the stalks, he’d clean em and prep em for use later. Paul intended to pluck the seeds out and plant them near the cave, entirely done with being ‘smokey the bandit’.
He shifted to one side and reached a hand under the bag. He rifled around under the chair for a second before he produced what he was reaching for, an m&m tube. He patted his jacket for a lighter and popped open the blue plastic container. He wafted the open container under his nose and turned the tube upside down. A joint slid out into his open palm.
Paul plucked the twisted white paper and set it in his mouth. He flicked the lighter on and lit the end. He took a deep inhale and laid back further in his bean bag chair, still ignoring his brothers half-assed remarks.
Victory never tasted so sweet.
#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#tlb 1987#tlb paul#tlb david#tlb marko#tlb dwayne#tlb michael#lucy emerson#grandpa emerson#sam emerson#paul the lost boys
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Hello!
This post gives an overview of all my writing. All my fics are below the cut, and you can find my shorter ficlets & drabbles that I only posted on tumblr here :)
Normal things, baby! universe:
‘86, baby! (words: 58k) After they all survive Vecna (death? i don’t know her. and eddie definitely doesn’t either), everyone struggles with getting back to whatever “normal” is supposed to mean and new friendships are forged along the way, possibly even developing into something more eventually.
‘93, baby! (words: 2k) From Wayne’s POV, taking place 7 years after ‘86, baby! and reflecting on some of the moments from that fic, but also readable independently from ‘86, baby!
It’s Christmas, baby! (words: 5.5k) Four Christmas-themed oneshots that give some insight in the future after the events of ‘86, baby!
&Currently working on a Ronance-focused one taking place in the same universe :D
Fruity four fics:
Maybe if I was straight (words: 44k) AU based on the movie But I’m a Cheerleader, in which the fruity four meet each other because they end up in the same gay conversion therapy camp. Also, prepare for MANY supporting characters making appearances. And basically everyone is gay so that’s a bonus I guess.
The time of the year that you really need love (words: 14k) Christmas-themed fake-dating AU in which Steve and Robin, and Nancy and Eddie, pretend to be a couple.
Bee mine? (words: 5k) In which Steve and Robin are beekeepers, Eddie is a baker and Nancy a local journalist. The first chapter is all about Steddie and the second one about Ronance.
Steddie fics (mostly one-shots):
Friends don’t leave (words: 20k) In which Eddie leaves Hawkins, goes off the rails for a bit, and Steve continuously refuses to give up on him. (This was originally a one-shot so you can also only read the 1st chapter (words: 8k) if you prefer shorter fics)
It’s buzzcut season anyway (words: 2k) In which Steve finds out that Eddie’s hair is actually a wig.
The gayest chicken in Hawkins (words: 7k) In which a game of gay chicken between Steve and Eddie gets completely out of hand.
Beyond the yellow sweater (words: 3k) In which Eddie goes absolutely feral when he sees Mr. Harrington beating the shit out of Steve.
Basketball night (words: 1.5k) In which Steve is desperate to get Eddie's uncle to like him, and Eddie is just as desperate to get his uncle to like his boyfriend.
All I needed was the love you gave (words: 3,5k) In which Steve introduces Eddie to his parents.
Roses & Sunshine (words: 8k) In which Steve and Eddie meet at Hawkins’ community center. Eddie is there for guitar lessons, Steve for the daycare center. Misunderstandings ensue.
Not my type (words: 7k) In which Wayne meets Steve at a baseball match and wants to set him up with Eddie. Eddie is very much not into it.
Say you, say me (words: 3k) In which Steve and Eddie don’t quite have the same opinion about what Valentine’s Day is about.
The difference between a poem and a love letter (words: 5k) In which Eddie is a songwriter who likes to read poetry to find inspiration for new songs, and Steve a poet who finds his inspiration in music.
I will love your shadow (words: 3k) In which the bat-attack has left Eddie beyond repair and he has to come to terms with living with a stoma.
I’ll bring you flowers (in the pouring rain) (words: 7k) In which Eddie dates Steve without really believing he changed.
Until you face the rope (words: 5k) In which Eddie faces a trial for the crimes he didn’t commit.
Soul Mate (words: 1k) In which Steve and Eddie ponder what it means to get married and whether or not soulmates exist.
Ronance fics:
I’d kiss you if it wouldn’t kill me (words: 19k; inspired by Pushing Daisies but you don’t need to know anything about the show to read this) In which Nancy possesses the power to bring people back to life with a single touch. When Robin dies at the hands of Vecna, Nancy is there to save her. But there are some repercussions. The most important of them? If they ever touch again, Robin will die – and there will be no way back. After Vecna is defeated and Hawkins seems safe again, the two girls have to navigate what exactly this means for the bond they share.
Chamomile Christmas (words: 3k) In which Robin meets Nancy in a coffee shop on Christmas Eve.
The perfect girl for you (words: 9k) In which Wayne sets up Robin with Nancy, but things aren’t going as smoothly as Robin had hoped.
And suddenly we’re Thelma and Louise (words: 9k) In which Robin and Nancy make a roadtrip from Boston to Mexico, guided by a list of things Nancy feels like she missed out on during her college years.
The art of kissing a girl (That’s what friends are for, right?) (words: 4k) In which Nancy helps Robin prepare for a date with Vickie by giving her some kissing lessons.
Others:
I owe you nothing, I owe you my life (WIP) In which Eddie finds out that Karen Wheeler is his mother.
My life in the lines of your hand (words: 17k) In which the soft romance of my most beloved rarepair Wayne Munson and Scott Clarke gets explored through a series of defining moments for them.
#fanfic#stranger things#fruity four#steddie#ronance#eddie munson#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#wayne munson#fanfiction#ao3
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fruity four lemonade mouth au
Nancy, resident School Sweetheart who is actually real sick of everyone's perception of her as some small prissy girl - taking the role of the bassist
Robin, a snarky band geek who adores learning languages and sometimes gets a lot of words stuck in her head that she needs to smash out - as the drummer
Eddie as the capital t-Troublemaker of course, who gets into trouble for his lunch speeches and his horrific shirts that depict demons - as the lead guitarist
And Steve who could be the "bad boyfriend with a redemption" role since it fits his canon arc but also there are no rules so instead mash it up with he's a falling King jock that really just wants to take care of people - as the lead singer
First day of school for the sophomores (Nancy and Robin) and juniors (Steve and Eddie, who was only held back once because ☆convenience✧) and they all get detention because:
Robin talked back to Mrs Click for some very obvious favoritism to some very late and loud jocks
Tommy starts a fight with Nancy in the cafeteria after she and Steve amicably break up, Steve defends her and they end up in a brutal scuffle, which ends up pushing Nancy into the principal and their food tray, which ends up on their face because that's a classic
Eddie would get detention for existing, i'm sorry
So you got four kids in detention because it's literally the first day of school who else would be getting detention and they're supposed to be cleaning up the music room but Eddie starts hearing a rhythm and sets them all off into the "Turn Up the Music" groove
Ngl I'm kinda vibing with the idea that Jonathan is the pianist but I'm not sure how I should expand his role in this AU, plus where Argyle fits in because that's my guy
Anyways uh ronance and steddie, nancy and robin have a snarky-turned-friendship-turned-oh-shit-she's-hot and steve and eddie have a snarky-turned-goofy-rivalry-turned-oh-no-he's-sweet
And obviously Robin and Steve somehow manage to soulmate-bond in like the first two days because i adore them
I suppose Jason could take the role as the douchebag jock who's also a singer in his own band and doesn't hesitate to try sabotaging the Fruity Four
genuinely wanna expand on this and figure out how the whole plot works with this cast so...maybe stay tuned?
#sailor✧scribbles#fruity four#steddie#ronance#au content#concepts#lemonade mouth au#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#not gonna tag jar/gyle till i figure out their roles
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“What’s wrong with your friend?” For 5 sentence game
CW: Some frank references to dubcon/noncon, also Juliet is fucking calculated and I love her
Beringer's masterlist is here
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"What's wrong with your friend?"
"What?" Juliet looks over her shoulder, blinking a few times, trying to figure out who in the hell Gina could possibly be talking about. There's at least a dozen people eating dinner in here already, and the other two dozen or so will come in on their own, stragglers fighting the wind cutting their cheeks and freezing their lungs.
"Who... who do you mean, Gina?"
She doesn't exactly have a lot of friends. She holds her bowl out while Gina ladles the soup into it.
It's been bubbling on the stove all day in a giant pot and smells like sheer heaven, slow-cooked pork with hominy and tomatillos and a pile of cilantro as big as her head waiting for everyone to decide what they want. Juliet looks down at her steaming bowl and adds cilantro, radishes, cabbage strips, a dollop of sour cream. The others add different things, and she thinks about how when she worked, she mostly just ate shit from the convenience store. Sometimes she was lucky enough to snag a tamale from the tamale cart.
Sometimes, her clients took her out to fancy dinner at restaurants that had four-month waits for reservations, but none of that food ever tasted as good as the tamale straight from a big plastic bucket, wrapped in corn husk, making her fingers damp and slick with lard and condensation, burning her tongue. Sometimes Romeo was with her and would buy her one with money he got washing dishes at restaurants, paid in cash with no question asked. He used to make more selling his mouth and hands, but he's got too many scars for that, now, he said. People want Romantics to look young and flirty and like innocence defiled, and it's hard to look innocent when half your face is a twisted line pulling your mouth to one side.
Still, he made life work.
She hopes, sometimes, that he's still out there, still making it work. But life expectancies for runaway Romantics aren't more than a couple of years, and he'd already outlived his by the time she met him.
She'd love to see him one more time, though. Those tamales, sitting on the curb with Romeo giggling over them with fruity jamaica soda fizzing up her nose, those were the greatest things she ever ate, the best times she had. Those tamales, and Romeo's good-natured cursing, tasted like home, like laughter and Christmas, in ways she isn't allowed to remember.
The posole that Gina makes, though, that brings memories, too. Headaches, sure, but lately she can get through the headaches, more and more.
Gina snorts. "Him," She says, gesturing with her ladle. Broth shimmery with pork fat drips off of it, unnoticed. She has tendrils of dark curls stuck to her forehead and cheeks and the back of her neck, where her heavy hair is swept up in something both like and unlike a bun. "That one. He's with you all the time lately."
Oh. Beringer.
Juliet shrugs. "He's not really my friend. He's the one that came in with the handler out in the shed. I've been helping him figure stuff out here. Might as well be useful before Brock notices I don't do shit around here."
"Brock's a softie, he won't make you do anything you don't want to do." Gina leans around Juliet to look more closely at Beringer. "Huh. Ophie said he was a daycare pet."
"He was, I think."
"Really? But he's..."
"Handsome?"
Gina smiles, slightly shamefaced. "Well... I just. He looks more like one of your kind, is all I'm saying."
Juliet snorts. "My kind. Right. The whores, you mean. The giant fucking sluts."
Gina turns bright red. "I didn't say that!"
"Thought it, though. Anyway, we're all good-looking, remember? It's part of the draw of the whole damn system. Get a pretty person to do whatever degrading shit you dream about with a smile on their face and a song in their heart." Juliet laughs without humor. Outside, the wind whirls snow past the windows. It stopped actually snowing a while back, but it's dry stuff, easily lifted by the breeze that whistles past the corners of every house. It races itself over the salted, plowed roads like horses hellbent on making it to the horizon.
"Well. Not everyone has to... you know." Gina's smile fades, and she won't meet Juliet's eyes as she says it.
Juliet lifts her chin. It's not her fucking fault, she reminds herself, that she only knows one way to get by. It's not her fault, she was made that way, and you can't blame someone for doing what they know. "Trust me. You might not have had to fuck them, but you still had to act like less than a person, and that's a kind of fucking, too."
Gina swallows, hard. Silence draws out, and then Juliet stomps away, over to the table where Beringer sits. The daycare pet watches the window, lost in his own mind, a cup of coffee long since gone cold in front of him.
"When's the last time you ate, huh?" Juliet sits her tray down a little too loudly, watching him jump in surprise. There are scars on him, too - she can see it on his hands, creeping up the side of his neck, just barely visible. He has more under his shirt, like cobwebs of dead skin.
"Wh-... oh, hi." His smile is brief, but gentle. She could see how he worked well with kids. There's no malice, in a smile like that. No aggression like the men at bars she'd pick up, no desire or demand like the more expensive clients who scheduled in advance. It's just a soft smile, easy as an older brother waking up for church on a Sunday morning so your mother won't know you slept in.
The little girl that's usually glued to his side is off in the play area in the big building where everyone eats, giggling through tag with another girl. One of the Domestics had come with a child in tow, too, unable to bear the thought of losing her. No one has asked if the child is hers.
Juliet wonders if she was a happy kid, when she was that age.
She'll never know.
"Hi doesn't answer my question, Beringer."
"Oh... uh. I don't know." He goes back to watching the window, and she sighs.
"He's not coming out of that shack any faster because of you making goo-goo eyes, you know."
"I know." Beringer leans forward, resting on his elbow, hand in his hair and palm against his forehead. "Rye says he's got a cough starting up. If helping me escape is what gets him killed-"
"Then it's exactly what he fucking deserves."
Beringer looks up, startled, at the flat, sharp edge of her voice. She watches his adam's apple bob as he swallows, sees the slight flare of whites around his eyes. "... Juliet. I told you, he didn't want to do it anymore-"
"Yeah, I hate to let you in on this, but that doesn't matter. Not even a little bit." She smiles to cut the sting in her words, but it doesn't work. His own eyes narrow in response. "Look. Just. You're still in it, I can tell, and it makes sense since you're so new at being out. But he's a handler, Ber. He was a handler, he's still a handler. You don't stop being a handler once you sign their fucking contract. We all know that."
Beringer's jaw works, but he only looks away, back to the window. "He's..."
"What? Nice?" Juliet laughs, bitter as raw chocolate. "Oh, sure, no doubt. Nice to you, you were taking care of his precious baby girl. But I bet he beat the shit out of someone else as soon as he got downstairs to the training rooms, or had one with a mouth on his cock and told the poor trainee it's breakfast. Handlers aren't nice."
"... he isn't like that-"
"They're all like that. You think it was just Romantic handlers who came to my training room to have their fun?" She smiles, and it's a grimace. A snarl. "God, no. I had to spread my legs for every kind of handler you can imagine. At least the Romantic handlers were fucking honest about it."
Beringer stares at her. He has beautiful dark eyes. The kind you could fall into. She can see why the handler out in the shed followed him here, brought him. She'd have done anything for those eyes, too, once upon a time.
"Stop," he whispers. "He was never like that."
"Guarantee he fuckin' was."
"You don't know him."
"Neither do you. Handlers go through fucking months of training, Beringer. They only keep the ones they know will do the dirty work, the worst sons of bitches, the worst bastards, the worst people on earth. I probably sucked fifty handler cocks in training, or more, and you know what?"
He looks like he'll be sick, and some part of her feels good at seeing one of the lucky ones realize what it takes to keep existing when you've been what Juliet had to be to survive. "What?"
"The only ones I saw wearing wedding rings weren't wearing them anymore a few months later. They can't stay married because they don't give a fuck about anyone but themselves."
"His wife-... Marc's wife hated what he did for work, she left-"
"She left? Lucky woman. You should be that smart. Take the kid, go to Canada, and let the handler out there rot. He deserves it. He let plenty of us rot, didn't he? That great good man out there? Looked the other way, probably did plenty of shit he isn't telling you about. While his little girl learned her ABCs upstairs, he taught one of us how to clean grout knowing they'd get shocked half to death if they ever paused for a single. damn. second."
Beringer's eyes go back to the little girl. She's stopped playing. She's watching a show about a cartoon dog, now, standing with a stuffed tiger crooked in her arm. "I-I don't-... know. I haven't really asked him... if he..."
"I know." She sighs, trying to soften her voice, and reaches out to lay a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry. I'm being really rude about this, but I swear, it's because I'm worried. If you let him take you to Canada, he'll just want to keep you, to use you. They just have people they want to use. He's using you, Ber."
"He's not." Beringer shakes his head, running his hand over his mouth. He's pale, haunted around the eyes. "He's not. He wouldn't have thought of it on his own. I... I talked to him for months, let him think I'd kiss him, made friends... flirted... did the things I saw them do on TV. I used him."
"Now you don't need him any longer." Juliet nudges his foot under the table with his own, until he looks back at her and she can give him her best wry smile. It's as much a performance as the flirty little grins she'd been so good at once upon a time. "So let him go. Thanks for all the fish, thanks for your baby girl, now go to hell."
"... Rye, he was Rye's handler. Rye said he was always so nice-"
"Right, sure. Bet he was. Then, once Rye knew how to count pills and give baths to old ladies and smile his face off, he sent him on to a house where he got the shit beat out of him by his owner's daughter over and over and over again until he ended up in the clinic four times in a year. Even when he's nice, he's not nice."
Beringer is silent for a long, long time. "What do I tell Mallie when she asks where her daddy is, then, huh? What do I tell her?"
"Tell her he died." Juliet shrugs. "He will anyway, if you're not here to vouch for him any longer. Tell her whatever the hell you want. She's not even old enough to remember you lied. She'll never know. She'll call you daddy after a few months, dad in a few years. You'll be the only father she ever knows. You can watch her grow up, knowing that he can't. Erase him from everyone who mattered to him. Just like they do to us. Take his life and make it serve your needs, what you want, leave him for dead when you're done, and once he's gone through all of it and died after, he'll have paid for everything he ever did to the rest of us who weren't you."
Beringer's breath catches. She thrills, just a little, whenever she lets a man see inside her mind and he looks that frightened afterward. She's never hurt a man in her life - but she's frightened a few, and it's always felt so good.
Romeo was never scared of her, though. He would just find some way to twist her idea and make it even more terrifying. They laughed all the time about the things they could come up with to have their revenge.
"Christ Almighty," He whispers. She's not even sure he knows he said it.
She eats her soup, delighting in the heat and lime and salt and spice, in silence until she's done. She stands to take her dishes back over to the pile of them next to sink, deciding she'll make sure she washes for a half an hour or so to help earn her keep, and pauses.
He's staring out the window again.
"You don't owe him anything." She makes her voice as calm and as gentle as she can. "Understand?"
He doesn't look at her, or answer, but she knows he's thinking about what she said.
Outside, the snow blown by the wind makes sure you can't even see the shack where that handler is being held. Only the fence, and the darkness beyond.
Right where every handler belongs.
#beringer#juliet#bbu#box boy universe#box babe#box boy#runaway whumpee#escaped whumpee#whump#referenced past noncon#referenced past dubcon#referenced beatings#defiant whumpee#whumpee#referenced prostitution
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Gone back to reading SGE (I'm part way through book 4) and look,,, I know this is a controversial topic in the fandom and I am mayhaps going to be swinging at a hornets nest, but this is literally the only fandom where I (and please hear me out) understand the incest shippers
Because like, Soman does queer-code the fuck out of Sophie and Agatha. And yes, canonically they are sisters! However, he doesn't write them as sisters. They didn't grow up as sisters, hell, they didn't even know until the end of book three. And even after that point, he still writes them with most queer-baity shit!
He is constantly having other characters make jokes or comments about how they're girlfriends, or they were "just off kissing somewhere" (Hort legit says this in book four). That's not how people talk about sisters! At all! And Sophie and Agatha never even bother to address it. Like, sorry, but if someone made a joke about me and my sister dating or, god forbid, having snuck off to make out? You best believe I would be gagging, like wtf?? Who says that??
And it's not like the others don't know, because ~everyone's read the Tale of Sophie and Agatha~! So why does he write them like this! Right from the first book, they've been in this weird in-between of "they're fighting over a boy" but they also have this... weirdly fruity tension. Sophie's dance with Agatha at the No Ball, saying Agatha is "hers" or some shit ("to get at Tedros" but like... weird flex Soph), Agatha saving Sophie with True Love's Kiss... right on the mouth. I do not kiss my sister on the mouth. And yeah, they didn't know at the time, but like, Soman (theoretically) should have known, and it's a weird Luke-and-Leia-esque vibe to put in there. Throughout every book, there are a thousand little moments—I mean the whole three-way true love thing! Because yes, you can make the argument that true love doesn't have to be romantic..... except everyone else keeps treating it like it's only a romance thing. Also, if it doesn't have to be romantic, then why can there only be one???
So yeah, idk, I just feel like there are so many other plot points in this series that make less than no sense and it constantly contradicts itself anyway so... if people wanna say "fuck that" to the sister reveal and ignore it in favour of so much canon queer-coding then... yeah. Not opposed
#sge#school for good and evil#sophie sge#agatha sge#sfgae#no idea how this is going to be received but#fuck it we ball
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Steddie fic list
Sooo, now that I got a few Steddie fics out there on AO3, might as well give myself a shout-out while I’m at it!
take me through the darkness (to the break of the day) | M | 6k | complete
The Fruity Four go to a gay bar and Eddie is not immune to Steve shimmying his hips to a certain Swedish pop group
talk too much | T | 10k | complete
3 times Steve shuts Eddie up by kissing him and 1 time it’s the other way around
in breakable heaven | T | 23k | complete
"Dustin…” Nancy asks slowly. “Do they know we know?”
“No?” Dustin tries, but the way his voice goes up an octave or two betrays him.
“Dustin.” The girls say in unison.
“Okay, yes, they know you know!” Dustin finally gives in, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. It’s been one long summer and he just wants this thing to be over with already.
"Wait." Robin says. "They don't know that we know they know."
OR: Steve and Eddie are trying to hide their budding relationship, but their friends keep finding out anyway. Things take a turn for the worse when their friends try to mess with them to get revenge (based on Friends s5ep14 The One Where Everyone Finds Out)
linger | T | 45k | complete
Eddie hates the library, he hates how quiet it is and how he’s always getting shushed by that librarian hag Muriel. But he hates his idiot roommate and his tendency to hog their dorm room to have loud sex with his girlfriend all night long, even more. And now he has to spend all night in the library cramming for an exam, which would be fine, if not for the fact that some polo-clad douchebag shows up and declares that Eddie’s study spot is actually his.
Or: Steve and Eddie fight over a study spot and accidentally fall in love over coffee, Vivaldi and the horror that is finals week
#steddie#stranger things#steddie fanfic#steddie fic rec#fic rec#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#stranger things 4
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i highly recommend taking the opportunity to have a bizarre hangout with someone you met at an event that is only possible via conversational inertia. just meet someone and do your best to glean their deal as you walk to the train station. grants fantastic insight into the human condition (don't do this)
met this dude at my hca training, i know he goes to my college but i don't know him, all i've seen of him this week is him acting like a fucking comedian. everyone loved him—i thought he was a twat. seemed a bit fruity but queer cis dudes are always Weird about me so i was like, hmm, let's not engage. but today we finished training and started talking as everyone streamed out so when he said he was gonna go see if we could requisition some proper uniforms i was like, huh! let's see where this goes
i spend the entire time affecting a nadia russian doll esque cadence, due to my recent rewatch and the fact i do just kind of talk like that generally, and lean hard into being bizarrely earnest yet disassociative, which usually gets funny reactions—people often presume i'm a stoner. i offer up some anecdotes and probing because i wanna determine this guy's deal, because i already know he's a transphobe based on what i've heard him and the other people in training saying about 'theythems' and 'heshes' but that just comes with the territory.
anyway! we end up wandering around and i saw him off at the train station (purely out of interest in committing to this particular bit, i didn't get the train there) and learned he:
is bi, but has never dated any guys before
definitely wanted me carnally (tried flirting with me multiple times, i acted weird purposefully to ward this off but honestly it's a fucking attractive trait to dudes like him)
is catholic
is on anti-depressants and medication for anxiety
has had three therapists
tried weed for his depression before pursuing medication (didn't work)
has no hobbies besides playing football and working out
likes the smiths (of course) and indie and pop (he listed lana del ray as indie)
has four jobs
anyway holy FUCK i am NOT touching any of that :)
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so I’m gonna use these headcanons to throw a possible mini fic idea at yall, if you like these headcanons PLEASE comment, reblog, anon me if ya want, and I’ll make a fic!
what the dark academia! fruity four are like when they’re jealous (and a bit creeped out.)
it’s time for the spring semester! the fruity four and their princess babygirl are living together, the tragedies are old news, and Reader is slowly starting to heal from the trauma inflicted on her.
nancy and reader don’t have class together but Robin and reader do, intro to psychology with professor henry creel, a new young charming professor. there’s something about him that is so enrapturing, he makes Reader laugh on the first day and Robin tries to engage with Reader but it’s like she’s lost in a dream every day after that, so jealous Robin kinda retreats inward, goes quiet which Reader does notice and spends the rest of the day holding her hand thinking it was something else entirely.
while spending some alone time with Nancy, reader mentions professor creel, her eyes lighting up and nancy, puts her jealousy to work and finds out everything she can about him, finding it weird he’s from hawkins and lives in a creepy house that everyone thought was abandoned but she’s never heard of him before. her dislike of this professor that’s caught her eye is immediate.
Steve is on reader like white on rice, he’s walking her and robin to class, hand in her back pocket, kissing her deeply in front of professor creel, openly pouting when she starts having one on one tutoring sessions with her professor and trying to get her to drop the class. She wants be on tv anyway, what does she need psych for?
Eddie is very much unfazed publicly, he’s fine that reader spending a lot of time with a creepy professor, he’s fine that’s all she seems to talk about, he’s fine that she’s started getting headaches and nosebleeds after studying too hard for creel’s class, in fact he’s so chill about the whole thing that he followed professor creel and saw him talking to two students who are now missing. he’s fine until all that chill blows up and explodes to your lovers that this henry guy is bad news.
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞
#the fruity four x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#robin buckley x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#the fruity four x black!reader#dark academia!au#if you hate this lemme know
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Love your takes on the fruity four/st*ddie/ronance constantly being treated as nothing but “emotional support lesbians” bc that’s exactly how I feel, it was fun at first and then everything had to included st*ddie. Like on fan art of Steve & Robin & Nancy or Argyle & Jonathan & Robin & Nancy & Steve I’ll literally see people in the comments asking where Eddie is (which is SO damn rude, this ain’t the fruity four it’s the Alive Five), plus fan art tagged as fruity four when it’s only st*ddie and Robin. And if I’ve said this once I’ll say it a thousand times, but I’d Steve and Eddie had both been women in the show they’d have like 1000 fics max and they’d only be a main pairing in about 40% and of those 40%, half of them would be those “50/50” (it’s never actually 50/50) ronance/st*ddie fics. Anyways, sorry to just dump all this in your inbox, I just want to tell you that you’re right lol
nonono don't apologize this is all true and great!!! i completely agree
i was literally telling my mum about it earlier and said, "if steve and eddie had been girls and robin and nancy had been boys no-one would ship steddie and everyone would ship ronance" bc it's true. how fucking big the steddie fandom is is proof that you don't need actually need any chemistry, just put two conventionally attractive white men together and bada bing bada boom, you have a ship that overshadows everything else
also steddies have LITERALLY made me not care about eddie and think he's annoying. like eddie only had 42 minutes of screen time (i looked it up) and argyle definitely had more than that (the whole cali arc) and yet there's very few people that care about argyle. and sure, some of that is thanks to the duffers (who made him little more than a stereotype, just like they did with erica), yet if jquinn had played argyle and viceversa...
what annoys me the most, probably, outside of all that's already been mentioned, is how they act like he's 100% besties with nancy, robin and steve. when... hello??? have you watched the show??? the only reason they're even talking to him is because he got accused of murder when the actual culprit was the alternate dimension they've been fighting for the last three years. eddie's only friend in the group is dustin. that's it. he's not besties with robin, nancy, or steve. yet people really act like he's #Besties with them??? like girl. no. get out
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