after their first big argument as a couple, Steve’s first instinct is to drive to the flower shop on Main Street and pick up some roses.
as always, he practices his apology to himself during the entire drive to Cherry Lane, unsure as to why he’s always the one apologizing when he tries to be a good boyfriend (but somehow always fucks it up).
Billy isn’t home, though. the Camaro is gone from its usual spot and Steve even checks around the back to make sure, and yup, no one is home.
so, he heads to the arcade, where he can see Max, Lucas, and Dustin all chatting-arguing outside as they count their quarters, but Billy isn’t there, either. he’s long gone, probably.
he drives out to the quarry, thinking he’d find his boyfriend there alone, smoking and listening to music, but it’s quiet with no one around.
after driving around Hawkins and not spotting the familiar blue car anywhere, he figures Billy doesn’t want to be found, so he gives up and heads back home.
where he sees the Camaro, backed up in the driveway, with a pissed off Billy leaning against the hood.
“Finally decided to grace me with your presence, King Steve?” Billy sneers around the cigarette he brings to his mouth, taking a drag of it as Steve shuts his car door and looks at him with a twisting mouth.
he wants to tell Billy to shut up about the King Steve shit, but he has an apology to make first, so he takes a deep breath and goes to stand in front of the blond.
he wants to tell Billy to shut up about the King Steve shit, but he has an apology to make first, so he takes a deep breath and goes to stand in front of the blond.
Billy blows smoke out of his nostrils, looking like a dragon ready to go in for the kill, so Steve holds the flowers up between them and watches those blue eyes settle on red petals.
the flowers are smacked out of his hand within half a second, dropping to the ground and Steve stands there like an idiot for another second, his empty hand hovering between them.
until he curls his lip and furrows his brows, yells, “What the hell is your—”
“—the fuck are you giving me flowers for?!” Billy yells back, flicking his cigarette away as he pushes himself off the car and then they’re in each other’s spaces, neither unwilling to back down, staring angrily at each other.
it’s tense. Steve doesn’t feel scared, not when he’s angry like this, because he was ready to fucking apologize so they could move on from this, but then Billy had to be Billy about it and—
there’s a small shift in Billy’s expression, like when spring melts the ice on Lover’s Lake and it cracks. Steve can see the softness underneath Billy’s icy gaze and he feels his jaw unclench.
his hovering hand moves, brushing the back of his fingers down Billy’s forearm, slowly and carefully, like he doesn’t want to spook him.
Billy glances down, takes a moment or two before he mumbles something under his breath that sounds like ‘I’m sorry’ and Steve blinks in surprise.
“What?” he mumbles back clumsily, thinking he hadn’t heard right.
“I said I’m fucking sorry, okay? Jesus.” Billy huffs with a scrunched nose, that anger back like a fire stoked, those stormy eyes once again looking to Steve’s. they’re like a crashing ocean of waves, of raw emotion, and Steve feels unprepared in his little dinghy.
yet, he weathers the storm. he wants to see the clear skies that lay behind it.
“Billy,” he murmurs and grabs his boyfriend’s hand, letting his gaze soften and angry expression melt away, “Why are you apologizing?”
he feels Billy squeeze his hand gently and watches him shift his weight between his feet, always planting them, always bracing for impact. Steve never wants to give him a reason to, but he knows Billy has issues.
just like he does. which is why he bought the stupid flowers in the first place.
but now Billy’s looking at him with confusion and maybe disbelief, like he can’t believe what he’s just heard, and shakes his head. Steve can’t help the way his eye catches on that little blond curl on Billy’s forehead, bouncing lightly with the movement.
“I’m apologizing,” Billy says slowly, not to be patronizing, but like he’s trying to keep himself calm (and that’s new and welcome and something they’ve talked about), “Because I hurt you, Stevie. I…I was being an asshole last night, I overreacted, said shit I knew would hurt you because I was hurting, and…that’s just not fair, right?” he squints his eyes a little, face pinching in thought.
and Steve nods, slowly, because he’s not used to this. everything is always his fault, he’s the bad boyfriend, he’s the one that can’t express his emotions right and would rather just sweep every conflict with his partner under the rug to keep that false sense of stability. if he doesn’t rock the boat, they’ll keep loving him. that’s how it works.
but, not with Billy, no.
Billy wants conflict. craves it, because all he knows is chaos and Steve’s come to recognize that. it’s what happened last night, when he made a dumb joke that landed wrong and he’d immediately apologized but Billy had bit back even harder - harder than he should’ve. it had left Steve alone in his bedroom, hurt and confused as Billy stormed out.
and Steve had been ready to apologize for Billy’s actions to Billy. like an idiot.
“So,” Billy sniffs, wiping at his nose and looking around, down at the ground until he spots the flowers. he bends down, hand still in Steve’s, and grabs the bouquet and hands them back, right against Steve’s chest where a multitude of emotions are swirling and Billy looks him straight in the eye and says, “I’ll do better.”
it’s a promise. a lifelong one, if Steve plays his cards right.
“…thanks,” he whispers, his free hand going up to grab the stems of the cellophane-wrapped roses, because he doesn’t know what to say other than that. he’s never not been to blame before.
but here’s Billy, trying to weather the same storm as him, unaware of his power over the rain and thunder and wind. but he’s trying.
“So,” Billy clears his throat gently, “We okay?”
it makes Steve melt, how soft Billy’s voice is when he asks that, and he gives a nod with a small smile. in an equally soft voice, he requests, “Kiss?”
Billy doesn’t even hesitate; their lips meet quickly yet gently, an ounce of warmth found within the chilly late autumn air. Steve presses into the kiss, closes his eyes to savour it, gripping Billy’s hand in his and feeling a rose’s thorn against his palm in the other. if he was a poet he’d say that was maybe symbolic.
he pulls away and smiles as Billy chases his lips, chuckles almost into his boyfriend’s mouth as he pushes the roses against Billy’s chest, “C’mon, let’s go inside.”
everything is light again, easy. this is resolution, not blissful ignorance. and it’s as sweet as cinnamon. it fills him with sunshine, just like Billy’s smile does.
it makes the conflict worth it. to know that they will fight and make up and promise to be better for each other, every time.
“There he is,” Billy hums playfully, tugging at Steve’s belt while his smile morphs into something a little less innocent, “Let me make it up to you, hm?”
as if Steve would ever say ‘no’ to that.
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Thranduil’s (non-existant) Queen
I strongly headcannon that the silvans were very free in their gender and sexual identities. The basic norm was that everyone is bisexual until proven otherwise, and even then it’s quickly accepted. Furthermore, due to the nature of elven lives (aka being immortal) being polyamorous is rather common, as is sleeping around with no romantic relationship.
(The valar can’t tell them what to do!)
That being said, cheating is still a gigantic no no for them, as is abandoning one partner for another, especially if there is little to no warning or reason.
Anyway, slightly crazy idea, but what if Thranduil was not, in fact, married, and simply had and has a bunch of one night stand/regular bed partners and one day ended up pregnant (read my user name) and that’s how Legolas came about.
Thing is, legolas looks so much like Thranduil that no one knows who the other parent is, and Thranduil roles with it bc hey, at least no custody issues.
Elves outside of greenwood: so what happened to your mom?
Legolas: uuuuhhhhhhhh
Que elaborate tragic story that becomes worse and worse the more legolas retels it.
You can bet your ass legolas has fun with it. His friends pitch in and all of a sudden no one knows what happened to the queen of greenwood (they do not call it mirkwood) except that it’s bad.
Thranduil has no idea that this is going on until elrond brings it up one day.
Elrond: i have not said it before, but my condolences for the loss of your wife. I understand it was quite horrific.
Legolas: *sweating*
Thranduil: *slowly turning towards his son* yes, i miss her dearly *you-are-so-grounded glare at legolas*
And:
Elladan and elrohir: how did you deal with the loss of your mother
Legolas: *hnnnnnnnnnn, i am not qualified for this but i can’t tell THEM that* .... killing orcs has worked for me so far.
Later:
Thranduil: *bursts in the door* LEGOLAS-
Legolas: I PANICKED, OK? LEAVE ME ALONE!
And:
Thranduil, as he goes to check on the mountain and humans after the dragon (book canon): Legolas, this is the 6th time i’ve told you to not be so-
Bard: *wet, grimmy, tired* *walks past as if in slow mo and like a supper model*
Thranduil: -Rrrreeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh
Thranduil: *stares*
Legolas: Ada, No.
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The biggest recommendation I can give on writing dialogue that sounds in character for the character to say is, not to read the quests they are in, but to listen to the English dub whenever you get the chance. This may seem difficult especially if you are used to playing it in another language, but listening is key to getting the vibe of a character down. What you pay attention to is, not what they say, but the cadence in which they say it. Pay attention to the emotion in their voice, the speed at which they say things, the volume, etc. Once you get this down, it becomes easier to get an idea of what “sounds” right and what doesn’t. Cadence is an especially powerful thing. By training your ears to a character’s cadence, you can get a better idea of which words they would prefer to use, the lengths of their sentences, and things of the sort.
For example, reader asks Zhongli to dinner and he accepts. How would he respond? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so I accept. Thank you for the invitation.” But that doesn’t sound right, does it? Is Zhongli the type of person that uses many contractions? I don’t think so, so let’s fix it. “Hmm, I am not busy this evening, so I accept. Thank you for the invitation.” But would he say “I accept?” Perhaps, but it still doesn’t sound right. How has he accepted proposals in the past? A bit of research shows he has said “sure.” How can I mix that in? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so sure. Thank you for the invitation.” But hmm… the second sentence doesn’t sound right. What else could he say instead? “Hmm, I’m not busy this evening, so sure. It would be my pleasure.” That sounds a lot better.
Some people may ask why you can’t do these things while listening to another language. Personally, I don’t believe you can. If you are not fluent in those other languages, your ears are not properly trained enough to understand the nuance of the ways they speak. The correct emotion and tone will come through, yes, but you still won’t be able to intuitively know what sounds right and what does not. You only will get this sense by listening to it in the language you choose to write in.
The only downside to this is that your writing will become based upon the English translation of the game. As many people know, the portrayal of characters in English often does not completely match the portrayals in Chinese. This is especially so for characters like Zhongli, Xiao, and Kaeya. A lot is lost in the translation and dubbing process. Characters do not vibe the same. Thus, your portrayals will be more true to English, but not how it technically is “supposed” to be. Personally, I don’t necessarily believe this is a bad thing. However, it is something that can bother people. The only way I can imagine getting around it is by playing the game with the Chinese dub and by following accounts that speak Chinese and can give insight on the literal translations and what they mean and imply.
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