SteddieDestielFratt

FanFic Follower, born in the 1900's

[hundredacreangel]

You're Dean Winchester and you're used to unanswered calls. You are your own emergency contact. You are the protector, not the protected. And then an angel you didn't even believe in saves your life and the first time you pray to him, he comes when you call. Immediately. And he smiles and tells you it's good that you believe. And maybe, just maybe, you can start to believe that someone will answer your calls. That you deserve to be saved.

[animentality]

[prinnay]

Some ghosties for Wanderstop ;u;;

[key-pair]

in case folk outside the UK aren't abreast of our news, the British press just hounded a black academic to death

[key-pair]

a rough timeline of events (from memory, there may be inaccuracies, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)

Cambridge professor of sociology Jason Arday is accused of plagiarism by another academic

the accuser is a "race realist" who believes that in a true meritocracy all university professors would be white. this is somehow not acknowledged much during the entire ordeal

this leads to several days of media coverage demanding an investigation, or that Arday is expelled from his post immediately

somehow this accusation that has no effect on the lives of 99.99% of the population becomes FRONT PAGE NEWS in all the newspapers for multiple days, above anything else happening in the UK or the world at large

following intense media scrutiny, Arday resigns his post as a Cambridge professor

today, august 14th, days after resigning, Arday is found dead at his home in Battersea

the British tabloid press remains, and will always be, fucking evil

[important-animal-images]

[mialoveseddie]

Any time they’re on the couch it happens where Steve ends up with an arm slung around Eddie, thumb rubbing circles on his shoulder. If Eddie shifts to grab chips, Steve’s arm just follows him without Steve even noticing. He’s basically anchoring Eddie to him during the whole Star Wars marathon. It’s not even on purpose. It’s just Eddie’s warm and Eddie’s there.

Dustin notices in hour two of Empire. “Ugh, you guys are gross,” he says, but he’s grinning. “Get a room.”

And Steve goes red instantly. Drops his arm like Eddie burned him. Sits up straight like he got caught doing something wrong. His immediate thought was they were being that couple. The clingy, oblivious, gross couple.

“Shut up, Henderson,” Eddie says, laughing. Then he turns, grabs Steve’s hand before it can retreat to Steve’s own lap, and laces their fingers together and tugs it to his chest. Kisses Steve’s knuckles, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on Dustin the whole time.

“Don’t mind us,” Eddie tells the room. “Harrington’s just making sure I don’t float away.”

Steve’s face is on fire. But Eddie’s holding his hand to his heart, and his thumb’s doing that same little circle thing Steve was doing to him.

And yeah maybe he is clingy but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.

[eddielovessteve]

I love the idea that Eddie wakes up in hospital and Steve's there in a hospital bed too

and Eddie's like "Didn't know the bats got you that badly, Stevie"

and Steve's like "Uh, they didn't… this is from donating a kidney and some of my liver"

Eddie's like "You gave me your kidney???"

and Steve's like

"No, we weren't a tissue match… it's this thing called a kidney donation chain? Nancy looked into it for me? Basically I gave a kidney to some stranger, so that a different stranger would give their kidney to you."

[nancywheelesbian]

The thing is Steve loves like a loyal dog he’s been conditioned by watching his parents to accept infidelity yeah we all know this. But. I also firmly believe that he’s a “will throw a man’s shit out on the front lawn if he cheats” guy. He’ll go scorched earth and THEN take someone back.

Which makes me want a miscommunication situation that results in Eddie coming home to all his Hellfire shirts torn up and the trailer half on fire

[vanycat]

He's used to be the one who flirts... but when they flirt with him he's NOT backing up! ❌❌

[things-strange]

Hey what if Steve likes to write but he’s embarrassed about it because his dyslexia means everything is misspelled and shit so he thinks he’s just not good at it at all but then Eddie finds it and is like. Dude this story is sick? I love this? I’ll totally edit it for you but you have GOT to publish this

Eddies only halfway through reading what Steve has when he says that tho so he doesn’t realize it’s a queer love story until later and he has to ask about it. Steve is all nervous like ‘you got a problem’ bc he doesn’t know Eddie is gay yet and Eddie is like ‘no of course not!’ and it’s awkward for a second but then they kiss about it

Afterwards Eddie is like. Wait. The main characters were us weren’t they?

And Steve blushes and tries to deny it but yeah they were lol

[annikathewitch]

Okay, as much as I love Rocky extending Grace's life without telling him, consider: Rocky *does* tell Grace, Grace just then somehow manages to like. Horrendously misinterpret what the treatment is actually for. Like.

Eridian Doctor: We went through the human genome and found a bunch of places with old broken DNA repair mechanisms so we came up with a gene editing therapy that fixes them in order to extend your lifespan.

Grace: *flashbacks to when Rocky found out that humans can experience long term effects from lower doses of radiation exposure and Grace wasn't being as careful as he should have been back when they first met because he still thought this was gonna be a suicide mission*

Grace (internally): Oh, so cancer prevention! Got it!

Grace: Sounds good!

*like 100 years later*

Grace: Hey Rocky, how am I not dead yet?

Rocky: ???

[pig-lota]

Eridian doctor: this treatment will increase your bone density to prevent them breaking

Grace internally: Oh right, low gravity can cause bone degradation. Makes sense that after so long in space it'd be good

Grace: sounds good to me!

One modification to the LPR5 gene later

Grace falls off a cliff

Grace: Hey why didn't I break any bones???

Rocky: ??? We made your bones strong statement

They add more salt or something to the water in his enclosure so that he can still swim comfortably despite the increased density.

[bluismie]

[humani-dar-te]

Eddie "I made you a mixtape cause your taste in music is terrible" Munson (the tape mostly has love songs).

Eddie "It's alright, you can keep my vest, maybe it'll make you finally grow a sense of fashion" Munson (he can't deal with Steve keeping it for so long).

Eddie "I can't believe that's your favorite movie. Nope, I'm not even gonna argue" Munson (it's the perfect choice and he's gonna short circuit when Steve starts explaining why).

Eddie "You're going to my gig? Isn't that gonna fuck your head up more than the concussions already have?" Munson (he's so scared to see Steve in the crowd).

Eddie "You wouldn't be missing anything, it's just a bunch of nerdy fantasy crap" Munson (he wont be able to focus 100% if Steve is watching).

LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR

[ladykailitha]

The Truth Teller Part 8

Hey all! We are back! And it's a bit of time jump, but we are moving toward Eddie and Steve meeting up again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

~

The song persisted in his mind over the next couple of years. He had managed to get everything down but the lyrics. It was the words that eluded him for the longest time.

Then someone said the words.

“Holy shit!” Gareth said from his corner on of the tour bus. “They want us to be on the cover of ‘Metal Magazine’!”

“We’ve really made it now!” Brian cried. “First the Grammy last year, our records going platinum, and now this!”

Then it all clicked. It was time to write Steve his song. He immediately pulled out a pen and his notebook and started scribbling away. The words just flowed from his brain the paper.

“Uh oh,” Jeff said with a chuckle. “It’s seem you activated ‘creative beast mode’ in our songwriter, Bri-guy.”

Brian huffed and shook his head. “It was bound to be something. Remember last week when that squirrel stole his sandwich and went on that bender and came out with three songs and an idea for a concept album?”

Gareth grimaced. “Oof, yeah. Can’t wait to see the results of this one, though.”

The topic moved off Eddie’s furious writing, but he kept at until he was done. It just needed a title. He tapped his pen against his lips for a moment or two before he scribbled down something.

He nodded thoughtfully and then passed it off to Jeff who would be the one singing it.

Jeff pulled out his Delilah, a black Les Paul with a pearl splash guard and sat down with the song.

“Top of the world, gilded in green and gold,” Jeff sang, ‘who would have known your world was so cold...”

He frowned for a moment and then adjusted his fingering on the fret board, trying again. He got through the song about two and half times before he handed Eddie the guitar.

“I want you to sing it,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “You show me what you think it should sound like.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Come on, man. You know my singing is shit.”

“Not for this.”

He frowned and took the guitar from Jeff and began playing. “You sat in your executioner’s chair, and did the one thing no one dared, ooohh, lover you’re a truth teller...”

He went through the whole song and then looked up at Jeff, who had tears in his eyes. “What?”

Jeff pressed play on his mini-recorder he used for just this sort of thing and Eddie’s voice came through the speaker with startling clarity. With every note phone Eddie hit, real Eddie’s jaw dropped further until he was sure it was on the floor.

“That can’t be me...” he breathed.

“Oh no, it is,” Jeff confirmed. “And that’s why you’ve got to be the one who sings it. Because it’s your song.”

Eddie snorted and set the guitar down, flopping against the back of the sofa. “You’ve sung songs about me and my life before, dude. What makes this one so special?”

“Because it’s the first song about Steve.”

Eddie’s head snapped Jeff’s direction. “How did you know?”

Jeff let out a shuddering breath and sat forward. “Because I know you, Ed. Better than my own family most days and if there had been a song about Steve before now, I would have clocked it, but there hasn’t. Plus while you haven’t talked about it much, we do know it was Steve who came forward and said he trashed the drama room. And the line about destroying a legacy that was never theirs? That had to be about that incident.”

“You’re right,” Eddie said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Fuck. I promised him that day that when we made it big I’d write a song about him.”

“And your strongest memory of him is when he gave up the life he could have had, for you,” Jeff reasoned. “Which fair enough. But this is bigger than you and him and telling the truth, because it feels like a love letter.”

He opened his mouth to protest but he knew anything that he said to the contrary would be a lie, so he closed it and just nodded.

“Which is why I’m guess you left out the pronouns,” Jeff concluded. “And I am absolutely comfortable with you telling people you’re gay or not. No skin off my teeth, dude. And if you coming out crashes us, then it was one hell of a run.”

Eddie turned a bright red. “I’m not ready to come out yet, which is one of the reasons for the pronoun obscurity, but not the only reason.”

“Oh?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“It’s also to protect Steve,” Eddie replied with a grimace. “Maybe he has a job that if it came out what he did might force them to fire him. I don’t want to accidentally fuck up the guy’s life further than that shit already did and singing it to millions and millions of people would not just could, but absolutely would make his life a nightmare.”

“I’ll agree to that,” Jeff nodded sagely. “Let’s not make him desperate. He did a fucked up thing and paid the price as far as I’m concerned. Spreading that around now would be like dog-piling the guys and I’m with you, let’s not do that.”

Eddie scrubbed his face. “But what do you think, you think the label will go for it?”

Jeff sat back and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I think they would be pretty stupid if they didn’t. It’s straight up, solid gold, man.”

“Okay,” Eddie breathed. “You think it needs anything else. More drums, harder on the bass...”

“We’ll have to all play it together and see for sure,” Jeff conceded, “but it shouldn’t need too much tweaking to get it right.”

“Then let’s do this,” Eddie said cocking his head. “I’m going to sing a song on our album...”

Jeff burst out laughing. “Hell yeah you are. So let’s get this to Gare and Bri and see what they think, k?”

Eddie nodded.

What they thought was that it was about time Eddie finished the damn song and of course it was going on their next album. In fact they were going to build the entire album around the song because it was just that good.

~

Steve had moved away from campus dorms and straight into an apartment with Vince. They were in their final year of college, Robin having graduated the year before. She had a separate apartment was sharing with her girlfriend, Vickie. So they still hung out all the time.

Steve had really grown attached to Vince over the years. Not only were they in a lot of the same classes, they did a lot of the same extracurriculars as well.

And while Vince was more of a baseball guy, he would still watch swimming on ESPN with him every time.

Billy had remained a thorn in Steve’s side, but kept it to snide comments and sneering glances. Because the records spoke for themselves, Steve was by far the better swimmer. Which of course Billy chalked up to all the fancy private lessons.

Something that he refused to ever let go of. But whatever, Steve got his revenge by befriending his step-sister Max.

The dorm mother Claudia Henderson had a son about her age, Dustin and the two were on relatively friendly terms, (she was dating a good friend of his and so they were often in the same circles) so he had met her at the dorm when she came over to pick Lucas up from the dorm where he and Dustin were hanging out.

Actually Steve had befriended the entire gaggle of teenagers. Lucas, Dustin, Max, and Ellie. Steve had been quietly nudging Dustin to ask Ellie out, but he was being shy about it.

Vince’s family had come around the first Christmas he didn’t go home for, Steve and Charles inviting him out to stay with them over the holidays. They had shown the day after Christmas full of apologies and presents to make up for the fact that they had been awful.

They had patched things up and came to the agreement that he would stay at school for the breaks like Christmas and Spring Break, but would come home for the summer.

During their last Christmas break their senior year, Vince was whining.

“I’m not whining, Steve!” Vince protested. “I’m complaining. There’s a difference!”

“There is nothing wrong with my music taste!” Steve cried. “Just because I don’t go in for that screaming, guitar shrieking garbage, doesn’t mean it’s bad!”

Vince buried his head in his hands. “It’s not garbage, Steve!”

“It gives me literal migraines, dude,” Steve reminded him. “Like if you had metal music that didn’t involve screaming throughout the whole the thing, I might be more open to the genre. But until then, I will listen to my Duran Duran, Depeche Mode, and Tears for Fears.”

“That’s pop trash, man,” Vince informed him. “You call mine garbage but that is trash.”

“It’s not pop!” Steve defended, waving his arms around. “It’s alt rock and electronica, but it is not pop!”

Vince waved his hand dismissively. “It’s all the same if it’s not metal.”

“And you say I’m particular about music,” Steve said a with huff of laughter. “You’re a music snob, Vincent Harlow and it is an ugly look.”

Vince burst out laughing. “All right, maybe I am and I will convert you to metal even if I can’t convert you to my faith.”

“Vince, Lord love you and so do I,” he snarked, “but there is no way in your hell that I am giving up smoking and alcohol for replacement swears and stupid ass underwear.”

Vince pretended to be offended but it wasn’t serious. They both respected each other too much to try and convert the other to their way of life.

“Isn’t metal against your religion, anyway?” Steve huffed, throwing his pillow at his roommate. “All that Satanic stuff?”

“It’s my little rebellion,” Vince admitted, catching the pillow before it hit his face. “It’s like caffeinated drinks. Not technically against the Word of Wisdom, but modern times call for modern inspiration. But like Hades am I going to give up my Dr. Pepper up, same with my metal music.”

“Whatever you say, man,” Steve said shaking his head.

Vince threw the pillow back and it hit square in the face. “Where are your reflexes, dude? Like you didn’t even attempt to dodge that.”

“I’m so exhausted...” Steve whined and buried his head into the pillow to let out a little scream. He lifted his head back up and sighed. “I am six months away from a teaching degree and it feels closer to six years. My blood has been replaced by Cherry Coke and coffee, every bone in my body aches, and my dad is still telling me it’s not too late to change my major.”

“Your dad is like an old English Bulldog my gran gran had when I was twelve,” Vince said with a wince, “once he had his teeth on something, it took a lot to get that dumb thing to let go.”

Steve snorted. “I think I’d take that over the yappy thing my grandmother had. It was a peach toy poodle who was blind and deaf and only ever bit, yapped, or peed all over everything. I saw my dad kick it once for it trying to bit three year old me, best day ever.”

Vince laughed. “Regardless, you dad needs to back up and get off your back and let you live your life.”

“I know, right?” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “But he’s been supportive in other ways, so I mostly just let it slide...”

“But you’ve reached exhaustion levels and would like him to back off so you could get on with graduating?”

“Yes please,” Steve begged.

“I’ll tell you what,” Vince said cocking his head. “Take the weekend, make me a mix tape of all your favorite songs, and I’ll do the same and we’ll see if we can’t find a common ground in our music somewhere. No homework, no parents, no stress, just you, a record player and a half dozen recording cassette tapes.”

Steve thought about it for a moment. “My dad is going out with friends this weekend. Rhys and Ria are in town visiting their son and they were bringing a friend of theirs with them. So yeah, that sounds like a fun way to take over the house.”

“We can even have it be our Christmas presents to each other!” Vince enthused. “I mean in addition to what I’ve already got you, of course.”

Steve grinned back at his friend. “Of course.”

Just then the door swung open and Dustin yelled out, “Vince, Vince! Corroded Coffin is releasing a new album in March!!”

~

Where are Mike and Will? Being gay back in Hawkins. Also Steve's dad means well, but is stressing out about Steve's future.

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[animentality]

[liberalsarecool]

Data centers have a very limited lifespan but their consequences will be felt for generations.

[animentality]