Happy STS Elli!
Do you enjoy thinking about "What if?" scenarios? Turning points, where the story could have gone differently (but didn't) and what would have happened, if it had? If yes, do you also enjoy writing them, or do you prefer daydreaming about them? Are there any specific points in your stories, where you think about alternate outcomes a lot?
And what about other people's stories? Do you enjoy reading about AUs that look at alternate turns of events?
Happy STS!
That uh. Depends.
Since I am often discovery writing, I spend a lot of time rotating the "what ifs" in my mind before bed. That's small-medium scale. What if I break this bone, what if I stick a knife here, what if I put some scene there.
The point of writing it down though is that it stops the rotating. Sometimes in my falling asleep daydreams I still entertain worse outcomes - character death, failed rescue, a moment too late, worse injuries etc. Things I enjoy hurting myself with, but wouldn't want to write.
I have so much to do, I don't like to "waste time" with stuff that is not in line with the final project. The only reason I wrote the two AU pieces was because it was something I could never write otherwise, as I don't do major character death, and because it was an ask answer.
I do not enjoy reading AUs much. Either the AU is worse, then I don't care, or it's better, then I am sad that it isn't canon, or it's completely different, then my brain can't keep up seeing a different version of a character.
(For example, I am SO SAD @starlit-hopes-and-dreams Hidden Depths AU is not canon 😭😂)
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No. 5 "this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen" im sorry, but this prompt screams greens, and no, i won't change my mind (but also: pretty pls????? ily and i miss your writing) (totally understand that real life can be overwhelming and it's totally cool)(hope you're doing well ❤️)
OPE, anon, you've unlocked a super secret drabble regarding a future!domestic fic I'll never have the time to write :)
prompt 5: this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen
Background summary: After losing a bus full of kids to a horrible accident, Buttercup's having a crisis of self. She's not the hero she once thought she'd be, but when she finds Butch half dead in a ditch, she thinks maybe if she can just do this one thing, save this one person, she can prove to herself she's a hero after all. In a way, they end up saving each other. Again. And again. And again.
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Buttercup poured over the tax forms before looking up at him with a deep sigh, "I literally don't know what I'm doing. Why don't they teach us this shit in school!" She grabbed a random form and shook it at him, "Do you get any of this?"
He shook his head as he continued to shovel spoon full after spoon full of cereal into his mouth. After swallowing, he said, "The only thing I know about taxes is how to evade it, but Bryan Davis—" he smirked, referring to his alter ego, "—is of the straight and narrow variety, so that's off the table."
"Har. Har." She rolled her eyes, turning back to the tax documents, "I think I'll just call my dad. He's good with numbers. Or maybe, uh, turbo tax? We can't afford an accountant."
At the mere mention of money (and, thus, by extension, their late bills), Butch looked at the time and jumped up with a hiss, "Shit, I'm late!"
"How late are you going to be tonight?" She asked him, watching as he rinsed out his cereal bowl and shoved on his work boots. "We've got to figure this tax stuff out."
"I don't know. They got me doing a job out in the counties for the next few weeks. Traffic's going to be hell. And then there's gas going up, and—"
"Butch, we have to figure this shit out at one point, for real. Tonight." She glared at him, "We can't keep putting it off."
"If I could fly home right after, Buttercup, I would," He huffed back, throwing his lunch together, "but Bryan Davis can't fly, remember? He sits in traffic."
She tsked, "He never fails to remind me, but could you please remind Bryan Davis he also has to fill out a Form 1040? Because if he doesn't, the IRS is on our ass, and they're worse than Blossom."
"And why can't Brittany Davis just do it for the both of them? Don't married people get to do shit like that?"
"Yeah, sure, if Brittany Davis was a real person and not actually Buttercup Utonium, who is not actually married to Bryan Davis." She deadpanned, shuffling a pile of papers together. "Just when you get home, we gotta do this, okay? And I'm not getting suckered into doing it by myself again."
"Yeah, yeah," He rolled his eyes, opening the door and then pausing across the threshold.
"Have a good day," She said over her shoulder, attention more on the tax documents than on him.
Butch stared at the back of her head with a smile. Her bedhead was horrible, and she wore an oversized, stained shirt; it made him think of his last girlfriend, who had been just as strung out as he had been. His last girlfriend, whatever her name was, he really only just remembered her being there, hadn't given two shits about taxes or when he'd be home. Outside of Boomer and maybe Brick, he couldn't think of anyone else who had.
It was nice.
Being with Buttercup was nice. Homey. He liked homey, and despite living together for a while now, he hadn't realized how much he liked it until now, watching her balance her cereal bowl over their pile of taxes.
"Hey," She snapped at him, turning in her chair to glare, "shut the door, will you? You're letting all the air conditioning out."
His smile stretched further across his face, "What if Buttercup Utonium really was married to Bryan Davis? Would we be able to file together then?"
One of her eyebrows quirked up in question, "Well, yeah, I guess? Probably get more on our return, too."
"Then, why not?"
"Why not what?"
He let the door fall shut behind him as he stepped back into the room. "Why not get married, then?"
"Wait, what?"
"For real, this time." He dropped to his knee in front of her, and her eyes practically bugged out of her head. He took her hand and shrugged, "I mean, I ain't gotta ring yet or anything, but tax day's like a month away. We're working under a time constraint."
"Y-ou're asking me to marry you right now?" Buttercup stuttered, "Over our taxes? At five in the morning? Right before you go to work? With no ring?"
Butch laughed, "Yeah, I guess I am. Whaddya say?"
She let out a short laugh, blinking away her surprise as she leaned in for a kiss, "You're just lucky I'm not much of a jewelry person."
"I am," He agreed, laughing breathlessly into the kiss.
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