im giving some steve thoughts here bcs I have no where else to go:
steve knows how to ballroom dance. his parents made him go to cotillion classes when he was in elementary/early middle school so that, when they had to take him to fancy business events, he would know the proper etiquette. he knows which tiny fork and tiny spoon to use for what dish, he knows what to say to certain people, and he knows how to lead someone in a dance.
he probably never mentions it, like ever, but he still remembers everything he learned in the class, because his parents, when they’re home, force him to use the previously mentioned tiny spoons and forks. it makes his parents feel more pride in their money, and more important.
but just think about the possibilities. steve knows how to ballroom dance and we are doing NOTHING with this information. i need a cinderella or sleeping beauty or any other fairytale that involves dancing au. or a time travel au. something!!! anything!!!
STEVE HARRINGTON KNOWS HOW TO BALLROOM DANCE
🤲 <- dats me gratefully accepting ur steve thoughts forever and always <3 nonnie u sent like 7 whole ass ideas i coulda unpacked and i had to painstakingly pick the first one cos that one ALONE had me going a bit rabid!!! ur brain is humongous btw all ur reasoning for it all made perfect sense i am KISSIN ur brain so hard
you 100% find by completely accident because there is no way steve would never tell you on his purpose that his parents put him through finishing school, giving him this completely strange set of skills- but you find out nonetheless :) you’re in his kitchen, sometime in morning, the sun just peeking in through the windows and setting a warm glow across the room. ur both a bit sleepy and mumbly and steve’s making coffee for you both, tinkering at one of the counters, and while u wait, you decide to turn up the radio when a song you rlly adore comes on >:) you shuffle over to behind him, wind your arms around his waist, and bury your face his shoulder blades— nd steve lets out a lil sigh of content, thinking you’re just back for more cuddles (even after the 7 billion he just gave you in bed, you’re insatiable) and just leans back, relaxing into you a bit— but then you’re shuffling back, tugging him with you by the waist and he’s like woah! and when he looks over his shoulder with this endeared loving grin, you’re like, ‘dance with me?’ and begin this silly little dance, a half-hearted sway that you pull him along to and steve’s laughing, unable to deny you.
he turns to face you properly and lets you arrange his arms so you’re clasping one of his hands and his other is curled on your waist, beginning to amble across the wooden floor to the tune of the song— it’s only when you start jokingly counting, moving in time with a little ‘one, two, three,’ does steve accidentally open his gob and let his secret fall out. ‘honey, that’s not how you- proper waltzing is more like—‘ and for a single second, he is completely swept up in leading you in the dance, the skill coming back easily, and for a moment, it’s so worth it seeing the awed expression on your face as he holds your waist firmer and turns you both effortlessly. but then- THEN you get this little coy smile and steve realises what he’s done - ‘steven otis harrington can you BALLROOM dance?’ ‘that’s not even my middle name’ ‘don’t avoid the question’
you roll in your teasing for a moment when he steps back, hands coming up to cover his face because steve hates this — he hates that it’s almost dorky to know how to do this (dorkier to enjoy it, like he does) hates that it’s proof of his parents wealth forced upon him, and shit, tommy used to give him a hard time for it, jeering and actually making fun of him— but that’s not you. you reach up and grab his wrists, egging his hands away from his face and as much as it does make u want to laugh just a bit, you push it away when you speak softly, ‘steve? c’mon, why are you hiding? it’s not embarrassing if you know how to dance’ and he lets you move his hands an inch, his embarrassed eyes peeking out from behind his fingers, ‘it’s humiliating actually, is what it is’ and you’ve gotta roll your eyes a bit because drama queen alert
‘nah,’ you say casually because it isn’t a big deal, ‘who told you that? probably some idiot like tommy who doesn’t know shit’ and since you actually hit the nail on the head with that one, it makes steve feel a little better because you KNOW him, you know what makes him feel small. he lets his hands slip away from his face and is granted a relieved smile from you, all adoring and you reach up to tuck his messy hair behind his ears. ‘baby, i am not gonna laugh at you for that, you just- you surprised me, okay? and maybe i’ll be just a little bit mad’ you pinch your fingers together in front of him, showing just a SLIVER of space between them, ‘that you KEPT this from me. like how many romantic slow dances have we missed? can you tango? can you do the dips?’ and without missing a beat, steve’s moving swiftly—arms circling your torso in all the correct positions, his feet moving to a stance as he leans and immediately dips you, drawing out a surprised yelp — your hands instinctively grab his shoulders to hold on and while your stomach swoops in surprise, after a moment, you realise he really does fuckin know what he’s doing cos you’re draped in his arms in a deep dip, not being dropped, and his face hovering just above yours. ‘yes,’ he murmurs, a familiar smirk gracing his pretty mouth. ‘i can do the dips,’ and then, well, if you kiss him a little more passionately than you have all morning because of that dip, that’s your own business
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I'm suffering Fates Brain Rot so I drew OCs? Logical!
Nytis (blondie) is a demon cleric who hates feeling any form of pain but lives to cause others pain (he does indeed see the irony of becoming a cleric). In order to help protect himself he forms a pact with Elnae (red gal) and she basically fights in his place if there is a threat of injury. She also does little errands like info-getting and sneaking around for him.
The thing is, while he can hurt others no problem and it's satisfying, he was granted the ability to heal others after he swore allegiance to a deity he holds no respect nor regard for. He honestly doesn't care about whatever gods exist. HOWEVER. As a demon, simply using holy magic actually hurts him so he's a pretty stingy healer and has a sword "just in case" he has to fight.
That said, he does actually have one thing he refuses to let go unpunished: a kid being injured/cursed. He might be a messed up demon but he draws the lines at letting kids suffer. When El asks about it and is like "haha what, did you have a bad childhood too, buddy?" he's like "???? How else would I end up like this? As a cleric? Hurting myself to heal? What the hell is wrong with you YES I had a bad childhood."
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