#fic: blondes

[frostbite-fable]

life be crazy but i had a little time to art in between - may i offer you some Lucifer sketches out of @candywraptor's most recent chapter of blondes?

[candywraptor]

hi!! I just wanted to say thank you for replying to the ask I sent Frost. I hope you didn't feel pressured to open asks for me but I'm really glad I at least got to tell you how much I like your writing!

And then you posted a new chapter to "gentlemen prefer blondes" and it really made my whole day. I love the new chapter ❤️

You mentioned some details about how you and Frost write. I was wondering how you manage planning? Since you say both of you have complete say over your individual characters, do you know what's going to happen when you start a chapter? It sounds like you guys have plans so I assume you know what the overarching plot is.

Thank you again!!

Hello!!! :DDDD

No, no pressure at all! They should have been open this whole time, I am just social media illiterate. I figured folks just didn't have anything to say and now I wonder what I may have missed...

Yes! New chapter! :D I didn't want to say that in case it didn't get posted today. I am so hype about writing this fic, it is intense. Now I have to wait for Frost and *not* bug her to death about it lol

I am particularly eager to write my next chapter, I think it's super interesting and I'm excited to explore it! I hope others also find it as fun as I do.

For planning - there is a doc with the outlines of what each chapter is *supposed* to be and the things we need to accomplish to move the plot forward or build on the relationship. Already, things have clicked into place faster or slower than intended so we're constantly updating it and shuffling the more minor parts around (major, too - it got updated to a slow burn recently).

So, we both know how the chapter is meant to go when it starts (and we've probably talked about it for hours at that point just because we're excited). Then you have DM's back and forth like "if Lucifer does xyz, what would Alastor do?". Sometimes those questions can be answered outright, sometimes we need to jump into the doc and get the context - sometimes we literally spend hours acting/reacting in the draft together.

As for plot - yes! Kinda. We know where we're headed but we don't see the end of the road, yet. We've got major destinations but we're not sure of the final stop, so to speak.

Hopefully that wasn't too long - I feel like I said a lot! Thank you for the ask and for letting me know my anon asks weren't open. I am so grateful to you for that, you have no idea!

I'm glad you liked the latest chapter!!! We cannot wait to bring you more! <3

[thirstywaffles]

Got bored and doodled older Pevensies

[ahhrenata]

for @hamartia-grander ‘s fic Another Time 🧡

this scene in the epilogue got me 🙃 i love them.

[hana-no-seiiki]

yanderes with darlings who only dated them because they were too horny to say no

yandere: i love you so much. i would die for you even if you hated me. you’re the light of my life. the only thing in this world that seems bearable - no utterly beautiful. immaculate.

reader: cool. now let’s fuck.

[nctsworld]

JAEMIN // SMOOTHIE MV BEHIND

[drakestoes]

And tonight’s prayers, for Drew Starkey to go bleach blonde again.

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

what, like it’s hard?, pt. one

“it’s just that… if i want to win a seat in congress by the time i’m thirty, i need to find someone who’s serious about my career. not some little elementary school teacher that cares more about his students than what he’s wearing on my campaign stops,” tommy tells steve, as they’re sitting in quite possibly the fanciest restaurant steve’s ever step foot in. the menu hadn’t even included any prices.

“but… i’m seriously in love with you.” steve feels like his whole world is falling apart. just last week he’d been so sure that tommy was getting ready to propose. he’d introduced steve to his family—they’d spent a week out on martha’s vineyard for a family reunion at which steve had met tommy’s great-grandmother, hands laden with rings as she’d winked when tommy had asked for a private conversation. steve had been so sure that conversation was about the family ring.

“and i love you too, baby, but look. you don’t want to have to leave your students for half the year to come on the campaign trail with me, do you?” tommy asks, not even really looking at steve. he continues to just eat his stupid dinner as if he’s not ripping steve’s heart out at this very moment.

and steve can’t help but think how silly this all is, because it’s not like tommy’s actually running for anything right now. steve doesn’t even teach yet, beyond the two days a week he does his student teaching. they’re only 22, they haven’t even graduated northwestern with their bachelors degrees! but tommy’s saying these things as if they’re all real, right now.

“and i’m off to harvard next fall. it’s not like we’ll stay together while i’m there and you’re still here, right?”

and the thing is, steve had actually thought he’d be going with tommy to boston. they’re both set to graduate in the spring, steve with his degree in education and tommy with a dual major in pre-law and political science. they hadn’t really ever talked about it, but they’d been together since the beginning of their sophomore year. so yes, steve had thought they’d still be together when tommy started at harvard law.

but now steve’s starting to feel extra stupid.

“so… what? you’re breaking up with me?” steve starts to feel his chest tightening, like he might cry. he can’t believe that two hours ago he thought he’d been getting ready for a proposal.

“don’t think of it as a breakup, stevie… think of it as a conscious uncoupling. we’re just moving in two different directions. i’ll be at harvard law next semester and you’ll be…” tommy gives him a look of slight disdain—steve has never seen tommy look at him like that. waitstaff? sure. his driver? absolutely. but it’s never been directed at steve before. “well, you’ll be teaching snot-nosed six year olds. we’re on different paths.”

and that’s what truly makes steve’s blood boil. his passion for teaching and education is one of his greatest qualities and he’d thought that had been part of the reason tommy loved him. he didn’t realize that tommy loved him in spite of that. he’s not gonna let some asshole like tommy montgomery hagan iii tell him he’s no good.

so he doesn’t respond. he just takes the linen napkin off his lap and throws it on his half-eaten steak dinner and marches out of the restaurant.

tommy doesn’t even follow him out.

~*~

“oh steve… i’m sorry,” robin says to him about an hour later while steve lays his head in her lap on their dingy couch.

“it’s not even that he broke up with me,” he explains through tears. “it’s that he basically said i was worthless. like i couldn’t do anything better than teaching. as if teaching isn’t even an admirable profession! where would he be without his teachers, huh? isn’t this all about going to stupid harvard? what does he think the professors there actually do? knit?”

“is this a bad time to tell you that i always kind of hated him?” robin says, maybe trying to get him to laugh. but it kind of surprises steve. he sits up, knocking her hands from where they’ve been carding through his hair in the process.

“you did?! no, you didn’t.” he searches robin’s face for a moment and then sighs. “why didn’t you say anything? you could’ve saved me a whole lot of wasted time.”

“babe, you were so gooey-eyed for that guy, nothing i said was gonna change that. a crowbar couldn’t have pried you away from him. but you have to know he was an asshole.” when steve stares at her blankly, she huffs. “steve, he used to offer to cover the whole tab when we went out. how often did he ever actually pay, even for his own drinks? he made poor jonathan cry the last time we were all here for game night, just because jonathan asked for clarification on the rules for pictionary.” steve is still staring at her. “he tried to stiff argyle by offering him a flight on his dad’s private jet instead of paying for his weed and we all know he doesn’t even have access to the jet. dude was cheap as fuck and not even nice about it.”

steve thinks about it. it was kind of true. tommy was a horrible tipper—steve usually laid down a couple of twenties when they went to dinner together when tommy wasn’t looking. he can remember more than a few times where the guy had sent their food back even though it had looked perfectly wonderful to steve. so… okay, maybe robin had a point.

steve tells her as much, then adds, “but he was always nice to me.”

robin snorts. “are you kidding? he’s stood you up so many times i can’t even remember all of them. remember that time he said his first impression of you was that you weren’t as hot as your pictures? who says that to the person they’re dating?”

steve groans and lays his head back down in her lap.

“okay, so maybe you have a point about that too. but i was gonna marry him, rob. what do i do now?” he knows he’s whining, but he feels just a little bit entitled to it right now.

“i don’t know, babe. get over it, i guess. welcome to the world of us singles. it sucks out here.” steve can hear the fondness in robin’s voice as she says it, but still. it does sting just a little.

they sit there in silence for a while, with robin running her hands through his hair again. it’s so soothing that he almost jumps out of his skin when she speaks again.

“hey, you know what would be super funny?” she’s laughing a little as she says it.

“what?” steve had been dozing just a little and his voice sounds muffled by fatigue.

“if you got into harvard and just showed up on the first day. imagine the look on his face.”

steve laughs at how ridiculous that sounds. like he could get into harvard. plus, he’s got teaching to think about. he doesn’t have a place yet, but he knows he’ll get one soon.

but as he sits there with robin’s hands stroking through his hair, he begins to daydream about how shocked tommy would be. about how he’d have no choice but to eat his words when steve proves himself by getting into one of the most competitive programs in the country. about how good it would feel to prove the bastard wrong.

“robin?” she hums in response. “you’re a goddamn genius.”

~*~

“dingus, are you sure you want to do this?”

the spring semester starts in three days. it’s their last semester at northwestern and there’s nothing but great big darkness on the horizon of steve’s future. he hasn’t slept in two days, busy studying, thick workbooks piled around around him at the kitchen table. he knows what he must look like, over-caffeinated with bruises under his eyes.

“i’m sure.” steve has his lsat exam in one week. “i have to take the exam this week. apps are due by march first.”

“no, steve, i don’t mean taking the test. i mean applying at all. it’s clearly more stress than it’s worth. do you even want to go to law school?” robin sounds concerned and normally steve would think it’s very sweet, but currently it does nothing but irritate him.

“i could,” he responds grumpily.

robin sighs. “i just mean… is this worth it?”

steve looks up then and sees her biting her lip, clearly worried about him. he puts his pencil down and stops the timer on his phone, giving her his full attention.

“this isn’t just about tommy.” robin gives him a skeptical look and it’s his turn to sigh. “it’s really not. maybe it started out that way, maybe it was just a stupid joke to get revenge on the asshole, but now it’s more than that. it’s proving that i can do something unexpected of me.” he swallows. “no one even believed i would get into college. i was just some stupid jock in high school who’d never amount to anything. and then i got in to northwestern and i was so shocked and happy. but i found out that my dad had actually pulled a bunch of strings. so i hadn’t gotten in on my own merits. he didn’t think i could. but now…” he runs a hand through his hair nervously. he’s never said any of this out loud before. “he’s not around now. there’s no one to help me. no safety net. if i can do this, it’ll prove something to me. something that maybe i don’t really believe yet.”

he expects robin to say something about external validation being a corrupting force and identity built on academic achievement being solely a losing game, but she doesn’t. instead, she sits down across the table from him and picks up a workbook.

“okay,” she says. “what do we have to do?”

~*~

“mail here?” steve calls out when he hears the front door close behind robin.

there’s a moment that feels like a pause. “yeah, it’s here.”

steve practically sprints from his bedroom to his living room. robin holds a single white envelope in her hand. steve all but snatches it from her.

his fingers move to rip it open, but then he hesitates. he thrusts it back towards robin. “i can’t,” he tells her. “you do it.”

her eyebrows shoot up. “you’re sure?” steve nods. he watches her rip the envelope open, bouncing on his feet. she scans the page and then she’s smiling.

steve grabs the paper from her. “oh my god?!” he yells. “oh my god!”

robin practically jumps into his arms. “179, baby! harvard law here we come.”

~*~

even after such a successful run at the lsats, there’s still the little matter of actually getting in to the school. steve’s only experience with the academic application process was with undergrad and it appears that applying for anything beyond a bachelors degree is an entirely different ball game. he’s so out of his depth that he’s forced to turn to grad school message boards for advice and tips of how to get in. it seems like everyone else is applying to a hundred different schools while steve’s only applying to one. he learns this is a terrible strategy for planning one’s future, but that doesn’t really matter to steve. for him, it’s harvard or nothing.

there are so many different parts of the application that it makes steve’s head spin. there’s the statement of purpose and the personal statement—the difference between those two requires robin’s careful and slow explanation about three separate times. then there’s the writing sample and the application and the recommendations and the transcripts and and and

but with robin’s help, steve completes each component and successfully sends his materials by the day of the deadline.

steve’s never been a patient person. no one on earth would accuse him of that, so even he can tell that he’s getting on robin’s nerves every day as he practically pounces on her when she returns from collecting the mail.

and then one day, finally, at the end of april, she comes through the front door and clutched in her hand is a big, thick white envelope emblazoned with the words ‘harvard law’ in bold, beautiful crimson red.

~*~

“last chance to back out,” robin says smiling as she swings herself up into the passengers seat of their rented u-haul.

“nah.” steve returns her smile as he slides his sunglasses from his hair onto his face. “let’s get out of this dump.”

and with that, they leave their first apartment behind, headed to the coast.

[wanted to finish this completely before posting but my benadryls kicking in and i have no self control. eventual steddie, promise! no tag list for this one, sorry!! it’s giving me anxiety on the other one lol absolutely not edited, if u see a typo no u don’t. i wrote this on my phone in a feverish frenzy. also, i originally invented someone for the role of warner but then i was like ‘IDIOT!!!!! why would u not choose tommy?????’ so if there’s a name in here that shouldn’t be, no there isn’t.]

[skzdust]

Garlic Pasta (As a Form of Love)

This one's a bit shorter but it made me so happy to write! Sorry it took a few days! This fic was an anonymous request, check my masterlist to see if requests are currently open!

Summary: You and your boyfriend Chan are cooking together, and Chan never adds enough garlic for your taste.

Pairing: boyfriend!Chan x gn!reader

Word Count: 600

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife

Includes: Boyfriend Chan, blond Chan (bc I'm in love with him), cooking pasta, "I love you"s, affectionate teasing

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!

Masterlist

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You watch as Chan adds oil and garlic to the pan. “More garlic.” You judge.

“More garlic?” He raises his eyebrows. “I think it looks fine.”

“You always think it looks fine.” You jump up to sit on the counter. “And then it always needs more garlic. What are you, a vampire?”

Chan does fangs with his fingers, lunging at you. You squeak and lean back. He laughs, and you’re struck by how much you love him. The way he looks at the floor when he laughs, the way he runs his hands through his hair, the way he teases you. You love everything about him.

You never thought you’d be dating Chan. He’s so… he’s everything. Handsome, funny, so sweet and protective. You’d convinced him to bleach his hair not too long ago, and you hadn’t thought he could get any more attractive, but you’d been proven wrong.

He faces his own challenges, you know that. He struggles with self-love, but you’ve been there for him, encouraging him to be kind to himself and cut himself some slack. He puts so much pressure on himself to be perfect—the perfect leader, the perfect songwriter, the perfect boyfriend. And as much as you believe he’s perfect, you always tell him he doesn’t have to be—he just has to give his best and not push himself too hard.

That doesn’t make him safe from some teasing, though.

“You are a vampire! Vampire Chan who doesn’t know how to make pasta. It’s garlic pasta. That’s the recipe. The point is the garlic.” You say, leaning back towards him.

“Fine. More it is.” Chan pokes your arm as he turns around, grabbing another clove of garlic and starting to chop it into small pieces. He misses your self-satisfied smile.

The smell of garlic begins to fill the kitchen; you can’t tell if it’s from what’s currently cooking in the saucepan or what Chan’s cutting, but it’s lovely. “That smells delicious already.”

“Glad you like it, baby.” He scrapes the cutting board into the saucepan, and the sizzling sound gets louder as he begins to stir it with a wooden spatula.

You hop off the counter and step behind Chan, draping your arms around his waist and perching your face beside his arm, watching what he’s doing. He glances down at you, but in that glance, you catch something deeper.

He looks at you like you’re his world. He looks at you like he loves you in the way that you love him—wholly, unconditionally. The affectionate smile on his lips, in his eyes, lets you know that your love is not one-sided.

He stirs the sauce he’s making. “Can you get the heavy cream for me, my love?”

You press a kiss to his (remarkably buff) arm. “Sure.” You get it from the fridge, screw off the lid, and put it beside him on the counter.

“Thank you.” He picks it up, his attention on the saucepan as he pours it in, stirring as he does so.

“Looks delicious.”

“Think it’s got enough garlic now?” He’s still looking at the pan, but there’s a smile in his voice.

You nod. “I think it’s good now.”

“Wonderful. I live to make your perfect pasta.”

“You’re doing a great job.” You say, and then, softer, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Chan glances up for a moment to press a haphazard kiss to your face. It lands beside your eye, and you giggle.

Those words, that kiss—you’re his, completely.

And he’s yours.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

when ppl are like oh Draco is so hot I’m like ❓❓❓ that scraggly wet rat of a man? That torn umbrella with an attitude problem? That angry little peacock hatchling? You think he’s hot??

Harry gets special dispensation on that tho. Harry is like ohh my god? He is so pretty 🙈🫣🤭 and everyone else is like 🙃

[frostbite-fable]

Co-author: @candywraptor Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Characters: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Alastor's Shadow (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Explicit Sexual Content, Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Depressed Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, that one trope where lucifer heals alastor, Injury Recovery, quid pro quo, Blood, Blood As Penicillin, Body Exploration, Teeth, Lucifer Morningstar is a Monsterfucker, Angst, Guilt, Wing Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Touch-Averse Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Graphic Depictions of Wounds, Slow Burn

Summary:

"You are shockingly bad at understanding when you're not wanted." "Maybe. But I do know when I'm useful." -or- Favors, fighting, and feelings, oh my.

[candywraptor]

I don't know if you only turned on anon for that one asker? I'm not them, so I hope you don't mind...I just really really love your Alastor. Sometimes I'm frustrated reading through other fics about how much he doesn't fit what I expect or want or whatever. And then I started reading your gentleman prefer blondes fic and he so right for what I wanted?? So I just wanted to say thank you I guess. And kudos to your coauthor if they helped with that, it just sounded like you guys had split it with you doing Alastor and them doing Lucifer (who I also really like) so sorry if I'm wrong. Either way thank you for your work on him. I'm really excited to see more, especially when he starts getting more comfortable or when things get more serious.

Nope, they're open for everyone now! :DD I'm very happy to have asks - please bother me! I want it so badly! Haha.

Thank you!!!! <3333 I try very hard to keep him in character (my read of his character, at least) so it makes me desperately happy to hear you say I do it well!!! I'm glad you like him - I absolutely love writing him.

Frost and I handle Lucifer and Alastor completely separately and we have total say in the character we write. We're in docs together and in vc giving our input for how to make them behave, what to have them say, expressions, etc. in each other's chapters. It is super collaborative! It makes things slower since we need to get together for a lot of stuff before we can keep going but it's fun!

We are both *dying* to get to the "fun stuff" (it's all fun but you know what I mean)! We have so many things planned, I am so excited to write Alastor navigating all this. :DDD

Thank you for the ask, anon. I loved it! <3333

[laniidae-passerine]

positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear he’s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time I’m thinking “oh dear GOD” staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering what’s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ he’s blond

[not-another-robin]

Self indulgent reformed Harley... I rotate her in my brain like a microwave....

[newtsnaturethings]

Suggestive Zelink comic below the cut. Nudity and implied smut.

Based on this amazingly heartfelt fic here by @luftballons99 . This is from chapter 2 of the fic and I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I did the sensible (lol) thing and made a comic.

[blorbocedes]

title challenger

2.8k, m/f, lewis/nico, seb + hetcedes implications, challengers AU

'Tell me it doesn't matter if I win tomorrow.'

'No.'

Nico Rosberg is a 5-time world champion with Mercedes. Lewis Hamilton, an exceptional, once in a generation karting talent whose career got cut off short after a knee injury, is his manager and wife.