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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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The idea that Keith’s eyes glow in the dark comes with so much comedy value, especially pre Kerberos.
Keith spending the night at adam and Shiro’s house, getting a late night snack with the lights turned off. Shiro coming downstairs to see what the fuck this stupid teenager is doing at 3am, only to see two glowing eyes staring back at him.
Shiro just goes back to bed and convinces himself it’s a stress induced hallucination,
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Kunikida has chronic pain. he doesn't really know why, he's seen a doctor and they're like "eh, your shit outta luck" and sends him on his way.
he's always stiff and achey and he can tell when it's gonna rain and how bad it's gonna be. pops whatever over the counter pain meds he can get his hands on without thought. is always stretching his back, neck, and legs out cause that's where it's the worst. constantly running a low grade fever.
he's just a little miserable all the time and he doesn't know what to do for it ever.
Dazai notices. he notices on days where Kunikida looks away from his work more often to rub away a migraine or stretch out his back are the days he's more snappy, where he edges into the territory of actually being mean.
he notices that he shivers when a draft or waft of AC hits him.
he notices how the winter and rainy days are harder for his partner. he runs 5 minutes behind his schedule. he needs more breaks. he doesn't pick up a pencil or pen unless he absolutely has to. his hands shake. he looks like he's gonna puke every time he stops to rub at his eyes. he sits in the dark whenever he gets the chance.
he takes it easier on him those days. he at least attempts to look busy and shoulders more of their shared work. he stands closer to him, he doesn't know why, but it makes him feel a bit more at ease. he makes excuses to close windows, turn off the AC, or redirect the fan to give his partner some reprieve. he gets him tea from the cafe. he walks home with him and tells him he looks like shit (they both know he's worried and just can't say it. that he doesn't know how to say it. that he's scared to say it) and Kunikida knows he's telling him to get some rest.
sometimes dazai calls Kunikida to make sure he's alright, flipping their usual script, and if Kunikida's cheeks are a little wet after each phone call, so what?
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