"My dearest little lionheart. If salvation is what you seek, you need only ask."
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Mission: kiss that man before it's too late.
Mission status: overwhelming success
+ sketch and an excerpt from a thing I've spent way too much time writing (now on 143 pages) because I think it's funny
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@steddiemicrofic
written for ‘Pine’ | wc: 508 | rated: T
Kind of a time travel fic, kind of a future fic. Established relationship, but also not. With a whiff of mutual pining.
Eddie is cold. He’s so fucking cold, clutched in Henderson’s arms.
And then he isn’t.
He’s hot, dripping sweat instead of blood. Standing, feet aching like he’s been on them all day. Everything is light and heat and noise, the clanging of metal and the sizzle and smell of things cooking, people bustling. He sways on his feet, and—
“You okay, chef?”
It’s too much. Eddie’s eyes roll back, gone before he even falls.
He wakes in a soft bed, softer than he’s ever felt in his entire life. It smells of pine-scented laundry detergent, weed smoke, and comfort.
“Eds?” Steve Harrington leans over him with concern and relief in his eyes, and something warm that chases the last of the cold from Eddie’s blood. He’s clasping Eddie’s hand in both of his.
Something’s off, though. Steve looks . . . older. And damn good in glasses, but since when did Steve Harrington need glasses?
“You passed out at work, babe.”
Babe.
Babe.
“King Steve holding my hand,” Eddie mumbles. “I’m either dreaming or dead.”
“. . . Oh.” Steve’s grip tightens, reminding Eddie that, oh yeah, he can hear him. Maybe not a dream, if he doesn’t get to have his privacy when thinking out loud. “Okay, so this is happening. Uh. . . . What year do you think it is?”
Eddie frowns. It’s 1986, but. . . . When he looks down at himself there are scars and unfamiliar tattoos and, weirdly, a distinct lack of one nipple on his own chest. Why is he shirtless?
His silence seems answer enough, because Steve nods. “Okay. You told me this was going to happen, just weren’t sure when. The last thing you remember is the Upside Down, right? Bats?”
The bats. Eddie shudders with his entire body.
“Okay,” Steve says again, smoothing his thumbs over the knuckles and palm of Eddie’s hand. “You’re going to be fine, Eds. This is just a blip.” He offers an awkward smile. “But you’re going to go back, and it’s going to really hurt for a while but you’re going to be fine. Just do your stretches, I remember how much you hated that shit but it’s important.”
Eddie can’t wrap his head around what Steve is saying. His voice is small when he asks, “Will I still be able to play?”
The smile firms up, genuine. “Yeah. Not quite as good as before, we all know how important your left nipple was for that, but. You have guitars all over the damn place, really clutters up our apartment.”
“Our?” Eddie croaks.
Another squeeze of his hand. “Yeah. Don’t leave me hanging too long when you get back, okay?”
He wants to ask more, but sleep is tugging at him and the bed is so soft.
He wakes up in a hospital bed, and the Steve Harrington he knows is asleep in the visitor’s chair, hand on the sheet next to Eddie’s.
And Eddie, not wanting to leave him hanging, breathes through the pain as he reaches to hold it.
(also on Ao3)
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If someone asks me how work has been lately I just reply, "oh, you know, just working on my spreadsheet" and they laugh like I have just made a funny joke about how so much of work these days is pointlessly futile bureaucracy that slowly hollows out your soul but actually I made up a little game where we try to guess the CMYK values of a colour swatch and we're a couple of months in now and I am, on the clock, slowly building out this very very complicated spreadsheet that will work out for us who, at the end of the year, wins a $20 gift card for the bakery next door.
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Something I haven’t seen anyone bring up before from Link’s hunger strike teen fact is — even though it was kind of an off handed joke from Freddie — Link and Taylor probably live super close to each other. Like possibly neighbors close.
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genuinely do not understand the number of people who think Steve Harrington has not seen Star Wars at all, much less not multiple times. He literally has a secret handshake with Dustin involving lightsabers- a handshake STEVE initiates when they're reunited, implying he's not just playing along with Dustin, he's excited about it. When Keith asks him about his top movies, and he says Star Wars and then is kind of a ditz about what they're about, it's not because he's lying and they aren't his favorite. It's not because he's never seen them and he's trying to get the job or look cool to Keith. They're literally some of his favorite movies because he watched them with Dustin and he loves that little shit. And yeah, he probably genuinely didn't Get everything about them, but he doesn't need to. He gets enough to know that watching them with Dustin may have genuinely been one of the best experiences of his life.
Because, like, how do you think Tommy and Carol watched movies? I can guarantee you it wasn't with their whole hearts. I can guarantee you it wasn't with wonder. I can also guarantee you that Steve wasn't allowed to watch things that way in their presence, either, not with "aww king steve has a heart" carol, not with Tommy cackling over him showing one (1) emotion. Dustin nerding out over, like, basically everything, getting genuinely excited about the special effects or the plot or the characters, and encouraging Steve when he thinks the fight scenes are cool or when Steve tentatively makes a connection about something in the plot? Steve actually feeling like he has common ground with Dustin? Hell, Steve finally feeling like he has common ground at all with the person watching along with him? Don't even get me started on the fact that he got so comfortable in his love for them that he blurted out "the one with the teddy bears!" to Keith, as if he has just been allowed to like the cute, fluffy Ewoks not only without being judged, but alongside someone else that enjoys them- because I'd bet Dustin likes them, too.
And like. idk how many of you have seen Animal House, it's an old movie. It's a comedy about frat house shenanigans, and an obvious choice for who Steve used to be because you need zero thoughts to watch it. Of course that's the first thing out of his mouth, he's probably watched it a dozen times with Tommy, doesn't even have to really think. But when Keith makes him focus and actually think? And he names Star Wars? Listen I've seen the original movies at least 20 times each, my best friend when I was a kid was (and is) obsessed with those movies (when I grew up it was only those three). We biked around pretending to be xwings. He had every star wars toy it seemed like. We played a computer game where you ran missions as a pilot and he'd fly and I'd man the keyboard so we could turn the 1-person 1st-person shooter into a two person play. Like, my childhood was jurassic park and star wars. And I genuinely couldn't tell you the sub-titles of the three movies, definitely not the order. The fact that Steve doesn't immediately recognize "a new hope" as the title of one of the movies doesn't mean he didn't LOVE them.
idk man! I just love the thought of Steve actually really liking Star Wars. And maybe he doesn't really Get them in the same way Dustin or the other kids, or even Eddie and Robin would Get them, but I think he genuinely does like them in his own Steve way, and I think it's only half because they're good movies. I think a lot of it has to do with having seen them with Dustin and the bonding experience that came with it.
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and another thing about qijiu is like -
anytime shen (jiu) qingqiu gets into an "altercation" its like:
yqy, thinking: what happened? i need to know from him what happened so i can protect him from the consequences, no matter what it was and no matter how much he might be blamed. and what would have happened if i wasn't there to do so? before, he paid the price for things that were my fault, and last time i left him- (guilt spiral, etc.)
yqy aloud: what did you do?
shen jiu, hearing this, thinking: he thinks i'd do that? how low is his opinion of me really? does he truly think there are no depths to which i wouldn't sink? and i thought it couldn't be lower. so quick to blame me and ignore anyone else's part in this. so quick to distance himself from his sordid past.
shen jiu, aloud: i'm sure it makes no difference to you.
choose your fighter: yqy's unconditional devotion and inability to communicate vs. shen jiu's self-loathing making him interpret it as disinterest and blame (and also his inability to communicate)
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i dont think i will ever be over nandor tying guillermos cape with such care and focus. that moment its possibly my favourite from the finale NANDOR ACTS OF SERVICE GUY MAKES ME WANNA CLIMB A WALL and the way hes putting guillermo on equal ground now makes my heart grow 3 sizes
and to be honest i dont think they can go back to where they were before. for anyone whos worried. like yeah he told him “now clean up the body” after he reverted back to human but to me that was more like nandors brain going like. “i cooked now you clean”. he went through such a tremendous amount of work to help guillermo. he had the empathy to recognise the problem. he thought it through concocted a plan. he got the robes and the candles and he painted and hung those banners. he held a fakeass ceremony with all their friends and elders so it looked official. he then also comforted guillermo when he couldnt do it and staked derek himself without a second thought. so maybe its was more of a. i pulled you out of a very hairy situation. can you take care of the body now? (also it IS gonna be hard to let go of certain habits so maybe some comments like this are gonna slip out next season, but that is just because they are useless and in guillermos absence the house fucking imploded in one year lmao… maybe guillermo is gonna teach them how to take care of it themselves next season so they can split the workload and cute shenanigans will ensue)
i just dont think it was mean spirited on nandors part tbh. LAZLO even offered to help. i dont think that was just to have him in the next scene i dont think an unusual detail like that could be just for convenience. i do FULLY believe they are gonna all be on equal grounds next season. and thats gonna be so fucking delicious to me specifically
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I need Jason to hook me up with whoever is giving this man his outfits because where tf Is he getting them?!
Seriously, who in their right mind gave this fully grown man these outfits-
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hi look at my boy I love him a lot
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Good Godfather Vlad AU - Part 3
Link to Part 1 , Part 2
@kaitouhime @krzys2000 @moobloomrights @spooky-fm
Brunch
The brunch meeting ended up being a huge scene, but not overly embarrassing. A table is knocked over when Jack and Maddie rush over to Vlad. Luckily it did not have anyone eating at it yet. The children trailing behind them stopped to right the table. Vlad is unfortunately too slow to offer the fudge before Jack sweeps him up into a crushing bear hug.
“We have been terrible friends. How could you ever forgive us!” Jack cries as he lifts Vlad off his feet in a hug.
“We should have questioned why you never responded after all these years.” Maddie says hovering beside them.
“Dad, put him down!” Jasmine shouts.
“Yeah, I don’t think he can breathe with you crushing him like that.” Danny adds in.
If he did not have to breath all the time this would be very uncomfortable. Jack pulls him into an impossibly closer hug before gently putting him back on the ground and releasing him. A glare from Maddie at the gawking people has them hastily avert their gaze. His clothes are now rumpled a little from the bear hug. Vlad straightens a little before stepping closer to the pair.
“It is not all your burden to bear. Despite how close we had been, I never reached out either after the accident.” Vlad says a little apprehensive.
His hands nervously clutch at the box of fudge as he makes eye contact with Jack and Maddie. This was the hardest thing he had done in a very long time. He was still coming to terms and processing everything that had happened. In just a few short days he had a fundamental part of his past cast into new light. His lack of responsibility in trying to maintain his part of their friendship was a new glaring issue he had ignored for far too long.
��Maddie’s eyes crinkle as she sweeps forwards with arms outstretched. Unlike Jack she waits for the moment for him to step closer.
“I can’t express how much I regret not tracking you down the first day out of the hospital.” Vlad chokes out as Maddie pulls him into a hug.
“I told myself so many things about why you might not want to see us anymore.” her voice catches a bit as she speaks.
“We never were very good about confrontation when it was about emotions. Always ready to jump into a discussion about science and engineering and tear into that” Jack added.
“It might take some time and it won’t be the same but I would like to be in your lives again.” Vlad says.
“You are always welcome.” Maddie says softly.
“You are practically family!” Jack happily shouts.
The tension drops a little as Vlad really sees his friends ready to welcome him back into their life. Without the haze of hate from before clouding his judgment. He sees the laughter lines in Maddie’s face and the gray in Jack's hair. They are not college students working towards getting a doctorate. Life has gone on and his friends have changed just like he has.
“Now I hope this does not spoil the meal, but I have something for you.” Vlad says, offering up the fudge box.
“Oh, is that what I think it is?” Jack crows in delight.
He bounds forwards and takes the box from Vlad. Maddie lets out a fond smile and begins to usher the group back to their table.
“I had some help but I believe this is a very nice fudge.” Vlad says with a wink at Danny.
“Ohh! I have heard of Miss Martha’s Marviolours Fudge.” Jack excitedly says.
Vlad starts to walk to the table the family had been seated at. There is already an extra setting at the table. His step falters for a moment before he catches a supportive look from Jasmine. She gestures with her hands forming a cube shape. Danny gives her a confused look as he pulls his father along. Stealing a breath he keeps walking to the place set for him.
“It has been a long time but I hope you still enjoy them.” Vlad says. Pulling the rubix cube out.
“Vlad I can’t believe you remembered that!” Maddie exclaims in delight.
She takes the cube and immediately begins to twist and turn it to solve the cube in a matter of moments. Then resets it and begins to form a classic trick pattern.
“Whoa. How do you do that so fast, I thought they were supposed to be hard to solve?” Danny asks his mother.
The rest of the brunch manages to pass with little fanfare after that. Maddie shows her son how to solve it and explains the mechanics behind it. Jack scrawls on a napkin the attributes of the fudge and hashes out the new top ten. Laughter and joy is had as ten years worth of catching up happens over the course of the meal. They manage to only break one glass. It might just be the nicest morning Vlad has had in years.
Now with a Part 4.
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"There was a reason a far simpler, kinder necromancy was still allowed. Still using the body and the bones, while still allowing the spirit to pass to either the Underwhere or the Overthere. A sign of great debt or punishment, to not allow the body to rest until their sentence had been served and their debts worked off. It was still quite a bit less cruel than watching the person themselves come undone, little by little. He didn’t regret outlawing the other practice, as most had opposed it long before he’d come into power.
If only that meant Bowser could have kept the subject of his nightmares dead too. With any luck, he’d come undone on his own too, and those whispers amongst his people would be laid to rest with him."
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