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Anyway, It's About Old Friends || steddie future fic

(the When Harry Met Sally Steddie fic)

In 1987, Steve Harrington ends up going on a cross-country trek with Eddie Munson and it ends as well as one might think.

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It's finally here, the fic I've been wanting to write since August, the fic that has been haunting my brain, my blog, and my dreams since August! The first chapter is finally here!!!!

Huge huge HUGE shout out to my own squad of cheerleaders, my big boys, my wonderfully talented friends @gothbat99 @figthefruitfaeth @judasofsuburbia @fastcardotmp3 and everyone else that has listened and participated in a spiel or two about this fic 💖

Another huge shout out to @cheatghost and @kkpwnall for beta reading and seeing the vision and handling this fic I love so dearly with a lot of TLC and for helping me brainstorm my way out of a few ruts 💓

Love you lots my dear friends💗✨💗✨

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WHMS AU PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT IT PLEASE

OKAYYYY so. it is abut my silly guys buck and eddie and i haven't really planned out all that much?? it's all bullet points rn and these are a few of them w explanations

sally crying scene (why didn’t he want to marry ME) -> buck (so this part would be about abby (<- FORGOT HOW TO SPELL HER NAME??) getting married or some such thing, and buck finally having it hit him that he wasnt the one she wanted it with, eddie probably comes over etc etc you know how the scene goes)

museum scene silly voices w/ christopher (chris is eddie's son, and buck is really involved in their lives. so this scene would be all of them being silly together, not sure how the date question would go with chris present)

buck doesn’t like eddie (self explanatory: they meet and buck hates eddie at first)

buck doing the intense planning

okay now here's the thing, they both have aspects of themselves that fit with either harry or sally, so i'm hesitant to make one of them a Specific Person w no wiggle room. but the general premise is that buck is going to la to have something happen to him and eddie is going there probably to meet up with shannon (<- ex-wife) to be with chris?? not sure exact details on that. i'm also still deciding on if they're gonna be firefighters, or if they're gonna be something different and don't work together. but the whole point of it is old friends. best friends.

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

A diamond, a prince, and feisty best friend

[tarotoro0]

For @VoidlivionBV and @YMizuhiki, thank you!

[shuuzaar]

WHM Glasses // quick sketch from last weekend

[disgruntledkittenface]

snippet

thank you @louisandtheaquarian for tagging me forever ago and @allwaswell16 for tagging me lately to post a snippet! I was blocked for awhile on my When Harry Met Sally AU, but I finally figured out the section that was giving me trouble and I feel like I have momentum again. This is from the chapter that I just finished:

“Do you want me to get you a drink, lover?” Liam asks, brushing a lock of hair from Zayn’s face. “I can see what kind of wine they have.” “I’ll go with you,” Zayn replies, wrapping her arm around Liam’s waist. “I think tonight might be a tequila night. Come on, lover.” Louis watches as they head off to the bar, so close to each other they’re practically intertwined. “God, they’re disgusting,” Louis says, turning to Harry. “You’d think they’ve been together for a year, not just a few weeks.” “That’s the way that we live,” Harry says, laughing. “Besides, the more I think about it, the more I’m like ‘how did we not see this coming?’” “Really? Why?” “Well, Liam is so earnest,” Harry says, pulling out a chair at the high-top table they’ve been standing next to. “And I can see Zayn being really attracted to that after dealing with her ex. And she seems so cool and aloof, but secretly, she’s the biggest dork.” “Which makes her perfect for Liam,” Louis says, picking up a ping-pong paddle and turning it over in her hands.  “Right. And I looked it up online, Virgos and Capricorns are a good match.” “Okay, Ms. Aquarius,” Louis says. “Do you want to get some practice in now? I really want to make someone lose so badly tonight that they cry.” “Oh, good,” Harry says mildly as she stands up. “Me, too.”

I'll tag you both back and add @crinkle-eyed-boo @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf @homosociallyyours @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @absoloutenonsense

[n3rd-qu33n-ffxiv]

Map Night: Gothic Fun

It was a small map night, but it was a fun map night. Goth is one of my favorite styles, especially for Lalli.

(These two probably wouldn't care about me showing off their names, but since I've never asked... lol)

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join my pirate crew

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Kari Azuresol 100 Jobs Part 2: The Reserves Paladin Reaper Machinist White Mage Samurai

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pure happiness 🐇🎀☁️

[fragilecapric0rnn]

“it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyway” for the prompt thing!! (-patheticgirlsteve)

OKAY SO this prompt is from a prompt list I rb'd in December (wowza!) and I found the writing for this prompt half finished in my WIPs folder today and decided to finish it!

This ficlet is also a look into the in-progress When Harry Met Sally-inspired AU/canon divergence fic. I've been sitting on both that fic and this snippet for far too long and have been itching to share something. So, here's the something!

(something set in the late summer of '98, in a city that doesn't bode well during heat waves)

It’s an unusually hot night in Steve’s apartment. 

It's going to be an unusually hot week in the city, actually.

Steve has gotten used to the temperate San Francisco weather in the 11 years he's been a resident. But after 11 years, he's still surprised at the random bursts of heat that creep in during these last few weeks of August. Just in time for him and his students to sit inside the toaster oven that is his classroom during the first week of school.

Thankfully, it's not a school night. The last week of his summer vacation, and he's spent most of the daylight hours dangling half of his body out of the screen-less street-facing window in his apartment, praying a breeze would whip past him. (It didn't).

After an hour of tossing and turning in bed, in nothing but a pair of boxers, the open window providing no relief, the air stale and hot and a bit sticky, he decided to move to the living room, where he will still be suffering, but at least there's a TV out there.

A movie he remembers seeing with Robin in the theater during their Oakland days is playing as soon as he flicks on the TV, reminding him of how long it's been since they've lived together, let alone in that first apartment in Oakland. Freshly 20 and 21, figuring out how to live on their own, thousands of miles from everyone and everything they knew. Figuring out how to deal with the calmness of it all.

Remembers talking about the movie again in '92, and being annoyed with all of his friends (Eddie and Nancy) who thought that Lloyd and Diane broke up in London. Wonders if they're still as cynical about love today as they were back then.

As he's counting the years back in his head, the phone rings, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Hel-lo?” He answers, remembering that it is 2am in the middle of the word, dragging it into two syllables to make it seem like he's shocked that someone is calling him.

“What the hell are you doing awake at this hour?” Eddie quips, Steve reflexively rolls his eyes, at both the tone of his voice and the question itself.

“How do you know that you didn’t just interrupt my much needed beauty sleep?” He scoffs, flicking his head like he would if Eddie were sitting right here on the couch with him. Eddie must pick up on it, chuckling over the phone, a similar sound to the one he made when he was sitting on this couch hours ago, suffering with Steve in his apartment.

Now there's something twenty-one year old Steve would be shocked to learn. That him and Eddie became friends, at all.

“I can hear the TV.” Steve hums in response, turns the volume down a notch or two. “But, here’s a courtesy ‘I’m sorry’ for the late night call.”  

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” Steve sighs as the slightest breeze rolls through the open window. He's a much better sleeper than twenty-one year old Steve, but due to recent life-changing events and this damn heat-wave, a late-night phone call with Eddie is almost routine at this point

“I miss Evie’s apartment. She had AC.” Eddie says, casually. Steve still doesn't get how he can talk about her so casually. How he can just bring her up like it's nothing. If he even thinks about -

“I still can’t believe you got your heartbroken by a trust fund baby.” He says, cutting off his own thought.

“I’m more heartbroken about that AC unit right now,” still casual, as if he is actually heartbroken about an AC and not a person.

“What’re you watching?” He asks.

“Say Anything.” 

“Channel?”

“12.” 

The scene where Lloyd is talking to Diane’s father on the prison yard. It makes him think of Eddie on the other line, sitting in his unintentional bachelor pad a few blocks away from his own. The thought must’ve made Eddie’s ears burn. 

“That’s not what visitation is actually like, ya know?” His voice is soft.

“Oh yeah?” Steve says, wanting to encourage but not pry.

“Yeah. It’s indoors, at tables, cold and gray. Feels dirty and sterile at the same time.” Eddie says.

“I always thought it happened between a plane of glass, with a telephone on either side of the glass.” Steve offers, giving him an out, a chance to change the subject if he wants to bow out.

“That’s what it’s like in county jail. Prison’s different.” Steve hums again, knows there’s no need to respond with anything else. Steve doesn’t need to ask him how he knows all of this. He knows that Eddie doesn’t expect him to ask. That’s the thing, about old friends, about them, about their whole gang. There are certain things they’ll always know about each other. 

His mind drifts to a little Eddie and a younger Wayne, walking into a room just like Eddie had described, going through the motions. It pulls at his chest a little. 

“Do you still think they broke up in London?” Steve tests.

“I don’t think they broke up in London?” Eddie says, a tad defensive. 

“Yes you do, or you did.” He remembers the conversation, he knows Eddie must remember the conversation.

“When did I say that?” 

“In San Diego, we had a whole thing about it, the five of us.” The drunk and loud debate was held stuffed into a diner booth in San Diego. Before you left.

Eddie pauses.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” 

“You sure did.” 

“Well, to answer your question, no. I don't think so. I think that they’re two weirdos who were meant for each other.” Eddie says, Steve sinks further into the couch, holds the phone up with his shoulder.

“That's exactly what I said then.” 

"Well, I think it now."

"Me too." It comes out softer than he expected. Suddenly thankful that this conversation is happening over the phone, so he can scrunch the feeling away from his face, take a deep breath and shake the feeling that just washed over his body.

“I know a thing or two about weirdos who’re meant for each other.” Eddie says playfully, that tone he uses when he's half-joking, but half-serious. Steve feels something bubble in the very depths of his stomach. 

“Oh yeah? Who?” 

“You and Robin.” Pop. He lets out a deep breath.

“Ha ha.” Steve says, toning up the sarcasm.

“Max and Lucas, Joyce and Jim, the entire gang who’s bonded by the terrors of the 80s and government NDA’s.” Steve’s laugh barks out of him, he can’t hide how surprised he is at these words coming out of Eddie’s mouth. 

“What? What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing, it’s just…” He trails off, trying to choose his next words carefully. “Not used to you talking about the past. Hasn’t really been your thing.” His mind drifts momentarily to San Diego again. Watching him hail that cab. Running away. 

“There's a lotta things that I used to do, or not do.” There’s a pause. Either of them could say something, there’s something dangling in the air between them, between their two phone lines, filling the space between their two apartments. Just as Steve opens his mouth to say something, cut the tension, snatch the feeling out of the air, Eddie beats him to it.

[deathandthesoul]

Waugh he's cute

[sainsa-in-eorzea]

Just hit level 70 on WHM so ofc that means I gotta have a new glam!

[stormbabylore]

Low quality screenshot, high quality me being in awe of my own character.

Panned around on a whim while doing Coils - Turn 5 unsynced. I may need to repeat this as bard (her main). For reasons.

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[nutsack90]

Spider Deku does whatever a spider does in your art

Im so glad this comes across because half of them are referenced from spiderman panels LOL

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last line challenge

thank you @kingsofeverything for tagging me last week! I took a break from my girl direction When Harry Met Sally AU to work on a couple of other things, and now I'm getting back to the swing of it.

“It’s bad enough having to get divorced, let’s not add arts and crafts to it.”

tagging 15 writers for 15 words:

@crinkle-eyed-boo @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @allwaswell16 @homosociallyyours @louandhazaf @lululawrence @jacaranda-bloom @haztobegood @beelou @littleroverlouis @absoloutenonsense @neondiamond @berzerkshires @nouies @harruandlou