If I Should Stay
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Eddie sighs at the walkie and gives Steve a look. Steve replies with a shrug and a smirk, then motions Eddie ahead.
“You’re taking this really well,” Steve murmurs after a second.
Eddie fixes him with a disbelieving look. “I ran.”
“Right, because I’m a dumbass who doesn’t know how to explain things.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Shut up. A dumbass wouldn’t be able to orchestrate all of this. You explained it really well, it’s just…” he sighs and shrugs.
“Freaky as hell?” Steve suggests.
Eddie laughs. “Exactly,” he agrees. “No one else ran, did they? Just me.” He shrugs again.
“You said you won’t run again,” Steve reminds him quietly. “Doesn’t matter what you did. Matters what you do. And right now you’re in an alternate dimension, of sorts, looking for a kid you don’t even know. You’re not running.”
Eddie looks over at him with a little half-smile, then suddenly his face falls. “I’m about to,” he says, stepping in front of Steve and cocking the gun. “Cover your ears.”
Steve looks where he is and sees a demogorgon advancing on them. He claps his hands over his ears just before Eddie fires, hitting the demogorgon in its approximation of a face. It drops, and Eddie spins around to face Steve, scanning the area. “Run?” He asks.
“Run,” Steve agrees, and they take off, running until Eddie’s tugging on Steve’s sleeve to slow down, and they finally slow to a walk again.
Steve grabs the walkie as Eddie gasps for breath. “How much farther?”
“El says look for trees,” Dustin answers. “He’s got a clubhouse.”
Steve scans the area, then sets off for a clump of trees, ensuring Eddie is keeping up. “Almost there,” he tells them. “Ask El if she can hold off the demogorgons if we yell for him.”
“She says no, and to go diagonally to the right.”
“Diagonally?” Eddie murmurs, brows furrowed.
Steve thinks, then chuckles. “This way,” he says, motioning Eddie ahead and to the right. He brings the walkie up again. “How far to the nearest rift?”
“El says she can make one.”
“Oh thank God,” Eddie whispers fervently.
After that they fall silent until Eddie’s hand clamps on Steve’s arm. Steve looks to see Eddie pointing ahead at a small wooden structure. They exchange a look, then creep forward, Steve using his bat to lift up one end of the blanket covering the entrance.
He sees Will inside, cowering away from the entrance, ducking his head into his knees as he tries to keep his breathing steady.
“Will,” Steve murmurs. “We’re here to take you home.”
“Trick,” Will mutters. “Trick, fake memory.” He sniffles. “Don’t know you.”
“No,” Steve admits. “My name is Steve, and this is Eddie. Right now all your friends are at my house, waiting for us to bring you back.”
Will sniffs again, peeking an eye out. “Jonathan? Mom?”
“Jonathan’s there too,” Steve nods. “Actually he’s in the car waiting for us. And we’ll call your mom as soon as you’re safe topside, alright?”
Will looks at him and Eddie, seems to determine they’re real, and nods before his face contorts again as he stares at something behind them.
Almost quicker than he can think, Steve whirls around with his bat out. It makes purchase in a demogorgon’s side, and he yanks, dragging the nails through its flesh. It roars and staggers back, and Steve advances, spinning his bat. He manages two more good hits before the demogorgon’s flailing arms score a lucky hit on his side. He hisses and curses, but advances again.
“Steve,” he finally hears. “Move back! I can’t get a clear shot!”
Right, he thinks, Eddie has a gun.
He steps back and to the side, and as he blinks, a shot rings out and the demogorgon drops.
He huffs and turns back to Eddie. “Thanks,” he says, then smiles at Will. “Ready to go home?”
Will hesitates. “How do I know?”
Eddie smiles kindly. “How else would I know I’m standing in the presence of the infamous Will the Wise, Dungeon Master to end all Dungeon Masters, if I haven’t been talking to your friends?” Eddie asks, sweeping low into a bow and winking. “And I am Eddie the Banished, and I think you and I are going to have lots of fun trading campaign tips.”
Will lights up. “You play?”
Eddie smirks and holds a hand out to Will. “You could say that.”
Will tentatively grabs his hand, then holds tight, allowing Eddie to pull him out.
“Call it,” Eddie murmurs to Steve, who nods and pulls the walkie back out.
A few seconds later, a rift appears a few feet away. “Nancy’s driving over now,” Mike says. “As soon as you’re through, El says she’s closing it, cutting the connection, and passing out.” He pauses. “She might be joking about passing out.” Another pause, “She wasn’t joking.”
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rambling about fengqing
something about mu qing and feng xin seeing hua cheng and xie lian happy together and feeling as if they’re seeing their failure personified because they were never devoted enough in the end
something about mu qing’s lasting regret being not so much about the wrongs he’s done to xie lian (leaving him, not standing up for him, etc) so much as about the way he’s spent his whole life pushing everyone away
something about mu qing realizing that he has spent 800 years with so little to show for it beyond his achievements as a god…but personally, all was lost with the death of his mother…until xie lian ascends again, but well, though they can be friends now, xie lian has a life separate from him now
and then something about how feng xin begins to give mu qing the benefit of the doubt. at first for xie lian’s sake, he’ll try to be his friend. but this person actually isn’t so bad. in fact, isn’t this the person that can understand him best in this world.
feng xin showing mu qing kindness, allowing mq to realize that maybe he hasn’t ruined everything for himself. realizing that feng xin isn’t actually so much of an idiot. letting his defenses fall away bit by bit.
the realization that even after 800 years, people are capable of change. feng xin is capable of considering mu qing in a totally different light. mu qing is capable of forgiving himself and letting himself be vulnerable.
mu qing finding one day that he’s in love and it’s terrifying because feng xin hates him still, right? he’s just being nice for xie lian’s sake.
feng xin not having any qualms about loving mu qing. at first, he’s surprised himself, but he considers how happy he is these days with him.
feng xin and mu qing understanding each other better than anyone else and falling in love because of it!! growing independently and together at the same time!!
not instant love, not 800 years of pining, but slow, patient changes that lead to a deep trust and affection and understanding between the two that they both thought was impossible just a few years ago.
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by @sidver
Every colour and every taste
Every breath that whispers your name
It's like emeralds on the pavement
(I got your honey, baby)
At the heart of some kind of flower
Stuck in glitter, strands of saliva
Won't you get me right where the hurt is?
Robyn, "Honey"
I am at a loss for words—metaphorically at a loss of course, as I am nothing if not a writer. I cried once before when I received a commission (this incredible piece of Val by khymeira), which incidentally was a year ago yesterday; and now today when I was blessed by this gorgeous piece.
More blubbering (and WIP Wednesday) under the cut.
For background on my request, I gave Sidver a bit of my corpo!Val story, the part where things officially go off the rails in the plan, where these two friends who are faking being in love accidentally cross a line, then deliberately cross it once more.
This picture isn't worth 1000 words. It's value is infinite. It would (will) take thousands upon thousands of words to tell this story—the way Mitch cradles her head, and the tentative possession with his other hand; how Val holds his face, caressing his scar; the way they stand together, uncertain but longing; god, the emotionsssss. Sidver took a few paragraphs of words and turned it into real art.
And now I'm going to make this long post even longer by shamelessly adding on my writing since beloved @starsandskies tagged me for WIP Wednesday; only gonna tag @ravenstrange for reasons*. Please forgive the indulgence and have ~500 of the thousands of words that I need to write to live up to this incredible picture Sidver painted.
“Long day,” Mitch says.
Rather than answer, Val leans her head against his shoulder. This casual intimacy catches in his throat. He knows he should stop it, that it’s only going to make things worse when it’s time to stop pretending and return to the family; but he can’t, doesn’t want to. Instead he wraps his cybernetic arm around her, his hand on her shoulder, and she leans into him and sighs again. He skims his hand up and down her bicep, tracing his fingers along the lean muscle before returning them to her shoulder and squeezing gently. She shivers beside him.
“Cold? Want my jacket?”
With a shake of her head, Val smiles up at him and his heart skips a beat. “Thanks.”
Silence falls between them once more. Mitch finishes his cigarette then stubs it out and flicks it into the darkness below. He wishes he could bottle this feeling and carry it back to camp with him, this comforting shared quiet. Without conscious thought Mitch turns his head and presses his lips to her forehead. He breathes deep, inhaling the unassuming scent of her shampoo. As soon as Val shifts he knows he made a mistake, and then she brings her emerald eyes up to his face.
He’s been captivated before by the white ring surrounding the green pupil, but he’s never before noticed the brown spikes that ring the iris, just like his own—central heterochromia, he remembers, though how he can think at all while she’s looking up at him like this is beyond him. As she studies his face her eyebrows draw together, a tiny line appearing between them. He can’t read her expression but it’s her, not the corpo, and his chest squeezes even tighter, the breaths harder to draw.
Her eyes drop to his lips and her own lips part before she raises her gaze back to his, the tip of her tongue peeking out as she tilts her face to him. Blood roaring in his ears, Mitch knows it’s a lapse in judgment from the drink, from the look in her eyes when he tips his chin down and brings them closer together. Val closes the distance, pressing her soft lips against his in a hesitant kiss. After a moment she pulls back, searches his eyes while her fingers linger on his skin. She still is letting him in, even if he doesn’t know what he’s seeing.
“Val,” Mitch murmurs, part warning, part affirmation.
Her name on his lips makes her breath come faster and her hand moves to the back of his neck, pulling him down to her once more. His cybernetic fingers slide up her shoulder to twine in the hair at the back of her neck, searching for anything to ground him. His head spins as she deepens the kiss. He’s lost now, falling backward into the abyss and sinking into darkness, and he doesn’t care.
*️⃣ Raven, you've been an awesome friend, and I can't overstate how much better you made my life when you put the seed for this ridiculous thing in my head.
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