LayonneHands
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“I was thinking we could do a musical, Iz.”
He’s not kidding. Fuck everything, he’s not kidding.
“We don’t do musicals.”
“We could.”1996. A queer student theater troupe and the campus Gilbert and Sullivan appreciation society agree to stage a co-production. What could go wrong?
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Iz was practically unraveling at the seams. His limbs sat more loosely in their sockets, his steps heavier, limp more pronounced. His pupils’d blown cartoon-wide, the black of them practically swallowing the light from the television screens. Every few paces he’d list sideways, catching himself on Ed’s arm, and for a heartbeat he’d seem vulnerable, almost sweet. Then, just as quick, he’d twist in Ed’s grip, teeth bared, snapping and snarling as if he blamed Ed personally for his every faltering step.
Ed and Stede drug Izzy. That's it that's the porn.
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- Part 5 of Modern Steddyhands shorties
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The thing was, right, that "could be" in a hypothetical sense was different than "could be" in real life. Hypothetically, sure: Izzy had one set of bits, Ed and Stede had another. Sometimes, hypothetically, you put those bits together and, given time to cook, the end result was a tiny little squalling human. But hypothetically was different than real life, because Ed and Iz had been fucking since they found out what fucking was. In all that time they’d never, not once, ended up with a baby.
I hate the "unplanned pregnancy heals the relationship" trope. This fic is about that.
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Izzy never called it macabre. Never said chin up, mate, this’ll pass. Never told Edward to think of something nice instead or promised him that things would look better tomorrow. He just stayed close: a steady, solid weight. And when Edward couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t do much of anything at all, Izzy read.
Sometimes being in a mature relationship means realizing that your codependent comfort rituals are, in fact, codependent as fuck.
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- Part 2 of Modern Steddyhands shorties
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Ed cringes. “Izzy’s got resting competent face or something—whenever he wears a fucking polo shirt, people think he’s an employee. Doesn’t matter where we are.”
Stede considers this for half a second. Then, from across the store, he hears: “Are you trying to piss me off, or are you actually this fucking dense?!”A quick, silly modern oneshot inspired by Tom Cardy's song "Hey, I Don't Work Here"
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- Part 1 of Modern Steddyhands shorties