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@hawkinsjournalistx asked "Go ahead and take a shower. I'll fix you something to eat."
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Eddie had been struggling more than he let on, he didn't understand why he was getting sick more often, but he was sure the lack of sleep wasn't helping. He'd gone to Nancy to see if he could stay over while her parents were out of town, admitted that he wasn't feeling good despite his wounds healing. He thanked her, making sure to remind her that he didn't eat pork nor mix dairy and meat, before doing just that, his showers were a tad longer than they had been prior, mostly due to having to be careful of his stomach wound as it was the worst and still healing, at least he'd managed to get his breasts removed as part of the hush agreement.
When he emerged, he wandered to the kitchen in search of Nancy, damp curls sticking to his neck, having towel dried them as best he could without risking tangles. "Your shower's nicer than Steve's," he commented with a smile, the corner of his lip twitching from muscle damage, thankfully the wound from the corner of his mouth that spread across his jaw had healed, though he was left with nerve and muscle damage in his face.
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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.
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Eddie was thankful Steve offered to drive, he didn't think Steve would want to be stuffed into his van or worse, have him drive his car. Though he did roll his eyes with a smile when the music started and he gave Steve a look, "we have to expand your music taste," Eddie thought he might know something Steve would enjoy, and for once it wasn't metal. "On the way I wanna stop at the record store, they have a lot of indie shit, it's not far before the thrift place," he requested as he settled into the seat, not bothering with the seatbelt, it felt strange having someone else drive for once.
It would be fun, yeah. And sure, yesterday had been fun as well, but it was different. Maybe because he was merely excited to spend some time with just Eddie, doing something silly and lighthearted for no particular reason other than they wanted to. Maybe it was because, right now, Eddie was probably the person Steve felt the most comfortable with in the world. There was only so much that Robin could tell him about from experience, all things about sexuality. But this chat with Eddie? It touched on another part of himself that Steve hadn't had the guts to bring up before.
"Yeah, sure," Steve said eagerly, nodding his head. "Maybe get some lunch later on the way back, too." Make a day of it, Steve thought. He didn't want their time together today to end too soon.
Once they had cleared their plates and mugs, Steve grabbed them and put them in the sink and then promptly decided he would deal with that later. He was actively working on teaching himself that was okay, to let go of the anxiety that loomed over him when he thought of his mother's clipped voice whenever there was any semblance of a mess left behind. She would practically lock Steve out if he'd been playing in the dirt when he was a kid.
Steve offered to drive and they got in Steve's car once they were ready to leave. He turned the key in the ignition and the beemer came to life, along with Cindy Lauper on the speakers.
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Mike wasn't wrong, not sleeping alone did make it easier, he found that was the case when he stayed at Steve's, but he didn't think he could keep crashing there all the time. He nodded, curls slipping onto his face as he did, "I'm glad you kids have each other," he couldn't imagine if they had to deal with the years of Upside Down he'd been told about alone, his experience seemed so, different to the others in his mind.
"I can't wait until I can play my guitar properly, that'll probably make things easier, the doctors said it might be a while before I'll be healed enough." He looked at Mike as though he'd just reminded himself of something, pushing the curls that had fallen onto his face behind his ear once more so he wouldn't be tempted to chew on them. "Wanna help me with something?" He felt a distraction was a good call, he wasn't mentally prepared to get too vulnerable, he'd already told Mike about the meds, that was more than he'd told anyone else. Eddie had seemingly forgotten that Mike had come looking for him, clearly having had some reason to seek him out.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ LIVE WITH IT ... THAT'S WHAT THEY'VE been doing all this time already, right? why did they have to stay that way? why did things have to stay the same? for safety, that's why. to make sure everyone stayed connected in this tight-knit bubble, one that on more occasions than not came off as more of an echo chamber. mike was the kind of person that needed NOVELTY in his life, and ended up becoming bored and depressed otherwise. and the upside down? that was probably more novelty than he could handle at once. and it most certainly did not give him joy and curiosity. just more stress && sadness.
he has to give another scoff in further response to eddie; he wasn't given meds for anything. and the STUBBORN part of him preferred it that way, to try and do things as naturally as possible. but at this point, when he'd barely gotten a good night's sleep since starting middle school, what good was there in that? what good was there in feeling so alienated and afraid of losing people but started pushing them away to protect himself from more hurt? he could only find the energy to shrug in response, pursing his lips awkwardly as he attempts to explain himself. ❝ i mean ... i guess, besides music, probably just being around other people. i just ... haven't felt as safe sleeping or being alone than i do when i'm with my friends. i've been staying with will when i can't sleep alone, and ... it works a lot better. i mean, it's kinda weird, but ... if you can do that, maybe that would help you. ❞
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Eddie added sugar to his coffee but no milk, he didn't know what they were going to be eating so he held off the dairy. "Either way I'm still thankful," he said before sipping his coffee after blowing on it.
"So," he glanced around, no sign of any other adults, he hadn't noticed shoes or coats by the door that looked like Steve's... "you and Steve still a thing?" It was his best guess, he certainly saw some Steve in Annie's appearance.
Nancy shook her head while she went to get the coffee ready. "When I saw you, I knew that obviously you'd gone through surgery. I didn't want to be that kind of person that uses the wrong name." She told him. "And I didn't want the awkwardness of knowing who you were but not knowing what to call you. So I'm glad that you found a way to tell me." She put the coffee mug down in front of him along with a pot of sugar and some milk.
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"Coffee sounds good," he said with a smile, "I panicked at the school when I recognised you," he admitted as he followed her through to the kitchen, "not that I thought you would be a bigot, but I just, haven't seen anyone since I left Hawkins, thanks for not calling me Emily in front of those stuck up moms."
"You're welcome!" Annie smiled and looked to the pony when Stephanie had held it out with a wide smile. "Pretty!" She took it gently and brought her new friend into the living room where there were already lots of toys to play with. She mostly just wanted to get to play so she could have a best friend.
Nancy smiled at the pair of them and looked over to Eddie as she walked into the hallway. "Glad that you could make it. Would you like a drink? We have coffee, juice, water, coke?" She offered.
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Eddie reached out and took her hand, bringing it to rest against his chest, "I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it, you know I want a kid, not gunna get one of my own, you know that. Even if you don't want to date me that's okay, but let me help, just because we're trailer trash doesn't mean we'll be our parents." He didn't even realise that he had just casually hinting that he wanted to date her.
"I honestly don't know, Eddie, I just found out a little while ago when I took a home test. I've got some money saved up but I wouldn't even know where to start to find a place to. . .to take care of it." For some reason Harley couldn't bring herself to go down that road just yet but she knew he'd have an idea of what she was talking about though. "I won't let you do that because you're finally starting to get back on your feet after what happened with the Upside Down and Chrissy. There's no reason a stupid mistake on my part should ruin both our lives."
Moving her head so she could look at him she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and managed to give him a shaky smile, "I'm poor white trailer trash whose the bastard daughter of the local drug dealer, Munson, so I'm pretty damn sure this town can't think worse of me than it already does."
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Eddie was surprised when Annie opened the door, amused by her control of the situation, "thank you for having us Miss Annie," he chuckled as they went in.
"Daddy, shoes." Stephanie reminded him as he clearly wasn't thinking to remove his shoes, thankfully Stephanie had manners, though he wasn't sure where she learned them from. He paused and removed his boots, setting them beside Stephanie's before heading into the home, leaving Stephanie with Annie which she was clearly more than happy about, she even held a pony out for Annie to play with, having brought two from the car.
Nancy smiled and rolled her eyes fondly. She still found it hard to believe that people had a crush on her during High School. She had always just thought of herself as kind of plain looking. Although she had been dating Jonathan at the time so she never really paid much attention to how other guys would look at her or act around her. She waved goodbye to them both and headed into her car.
When she heard the knock at the door, she had started heading there when she saw Annie go to open it herself. "Hi!" She waved at them both with a big grin. "You come in, Mama will get you a drink!" Annie told them.
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He nodded, giving her a smile, "I bet he'll like that, the rest of the guys would too, pretty sure half of them had a crush on you back in school," he said with a grin, his mouth spasming causing him to quickly stop grinning. "I'll see you around five?" He suggested as he slid the paper into his shirt pocket, "and you," he ruffled his hand on Annie's hair, "thank you for standing up for Steph."
As expected, Gareth hadn't come to yet, each day that passed without him waking the worse it got and the less Eddie could keep up the act for Stephanie that Gareth would be fine, she adored her uncle Gareth and Eddie wasn't sure how she would take it if he never woke up, or how he would take it, Gareth had been his best friend since he was young. Pushing the sadness aside, they made their way to Nancy's place, Metallica was blasting out of the car windows as he pulled into the street, turning it off as he parked outside the given address, spotting the car in the driveway and getting out, Stephanie turned her ears back on and took his hand as they went to the door, he let her knock.
Nancy frowned when she heard about Gareth. "Oh. I'm sorry Eddie. Hey when he wakes up, then maybe me and Annie can come and see him too." She suggested. "I haven't seen Gareth since I left Hawkins." She mentioned. She hadn't spoken to him a lot but, she didn't dislike him. She wrote down her address on a notepad that was in her pocket and handed it to him. "Drive safely."
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Eddie chuckled, "seems fate brought us back together," he gave her a wink, Stephanie wiggled, her way of asking to be put down so he obliged and put her down, she promptly ran off towards the car to wait for him. "We need to go check on Gareth, he uh..." Eddie cleared his throat, clearly not used to talking about this, "he's in a coma, if you give me your address we can come over later."
Nancy nodded and smiled at him. She was just glad that she normally kept her home tidy enough that they could always be ready for guests. She picked up Annie and pressed a kiss to her head as she headed for her car. She noticed his one straight away and let out a little laugh.
"You would be the person that parks right next to me." She told him softly and gave Annie a little smile too. "That's cool right baby?" She asked. Annie giggled and nodded in response as she looked at the car with wide eyes.
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That wasn't the response Eddie wanted, though he knew it was more likely what he would get, what he wanted to hear of course was that it got easier, but at least he had a confirmation he wasn't alone. He rubbed his hands on his face, "I guess we just have to, live with it..." he knew he wasn't being good company, but how could he be?
The hand returned to Mike, resting on his shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze, giving him a sad smile, the corner of his mouth twitching somewhat from the damage to his facial muscles. "Thanks for being honest, once I make it big I'll get us all some therapy," he tried to lighten the mood a tad, unsure if it worked of course.
"The only time I can sleep is in my van or if I crash at someone's place," he and Wayne had been supplied with a replacement trailer, it was bigger and Wayne even had a room in it, but even though it wasn't the same Eddie just couldn't bare to be in it alone. "And only if I take my meds," he didn't know if any of the others were on medication, but the metalhead was, without the pills he would wake up screaming, feeling the demobats eating him once again. "Do you have anything like that? It does help...even though it still doesn't feel good," he hated taking them, not because he thought meds were a weakness, but because he was terrified of being trapped in a dream unable to wake if something happened.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ HE TRIED TO BITE BACK HIS scoff in response to eddie's observation; to some, yeah, he may seem fine. but to others, like his mom and will and sometimes nancy, he seemed to be a little less fine. and, if anything, they'd be more correct than his own assumptions about himself. all this time he'd tried to appear relatively NORMAL, try to fit in — like an 'accommodating buffoon,' as dustin once so eloquently called him. it wasn't like he could help himself; all his life he'd tried to be as independent as possible, to make everything seem like it was okay as to not further upset the busy and otherwise struggling people in his life.
he swallowed thickly, feeling the presence of a sudden but unwanted lump in his throat, a sensation that as of late had been growing more and more FAMILIAR to him. expression falling, his gaze averts, resting on an ambiguous space between the two, nearly blinded by the sunlight reflecting off of the silver metal of the van's hood. he only found himself nodding along to eddie's words, and realizing that it was the perfect time for him to interject and open up, something he wasn't used to doing but felt like he needed to this time around. the familiar self-questions flew through his head as he sat and deliberated; would eddie UNDERSTAND him? would he take what he had to say seriously instead of dismiss his worries? this was eddie. of course he wouldn't. he'd already proven that he could be trusted. ❝ i mean ... i get you. and ... i don't really know if i'd call everything ... okay. i think the last time i actually got a good night's sleep was sometime before i met el. ❞
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Eddie needed a few moments for the dots to leave his vision from the flash, he was getting used to random journalists showing up in attempts to find out what happened and invade everyone's privacy, at first he'd thought perhaps she was a new student just looking at where she would be going to school, until he spotted the camera. He had sighed as he'd made his way over to her, protecting the truth hadn't been a role he thought he would have to take after being eaten alive, but he had no choice.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," he rubbed at his eyes, his wounds were still healing, in that moment the ones on his hands, face and neck were fully visible. "You seem a little young for a journalist, cool camera at least," the way he said it showed he knew enough to suspect journalists. "I'm Eddie," he offered his hand to her.
@hellfireconcert liked for a Lydia starter.
She aims her camera up at the school, taking a picture of it as she frowns. Bj told her about all the weird things that have happened here and well within the town. He knows everything it seems. But her thoughts are interrupted by a stranger who she turns to and takes a picture of.
“Can I help you?”
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i miss him <3
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Art By Akulaizer
A YCH I got for Alaire x Eddie <3
#ships || eddie x alaire || bestiadentro#ships || you mean more to me than music#bestiadentro#eddie || i can no longer look in the mirror
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Eddie nodded in agreement at that, music didn't judge the way people did, music was safety, he was sure Mike could understand that if he had voiced it, he'd noticed Mike seemed to be enjoying the guitar. Of course he had noticed Mike's seeming shift towards mimicking Eddie's, he found it flattering, there was an added boost to his self esteem that a cis guy would have any sort of admiration for him.
A shrug as the hand left the others' hair before going quiet, rubbing a hand on his own knee as he thought on how to answer. Eventually sighing and breaking the silence "honestly? I'm not even sure anymore. How do you guys do it? You've been dealing with this shit for years but you seem...fine, but I can't even sleep man." Eddie had been prescribed medication to help him sleep without the terrors, but he hated taking them, something about being knocked out unable to wake up scared him more than waking up screaming thinking the demobats were on him. He admired Mike and the others for their seeming strength and resilience, something he felt he didn't posess.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ THAT'S ALL SONGS WERE, RIGHT? WORDS to a tune. poetry enhanced with music, an all new kind of art. he didn't feel very confident in his own songwriting skills, but every now and then, when inspiration struck, all he really needed was a pen and a piece of paper and if he was lucky, he just might come up with something as GOOD as will's drawings inspired by their dnd campaigns. that same inspiration struck the moment eddie's hand came to playfully ruffle his hair; he may be damned if any observers were around to comment just how flustered he seemed to be getting. at most, it was probably just nice to be met with such affection, but part of mike's inner world was reaching out to eddie, desperate to let him know just how IMPORTANT he was to mike. except he couldn't quite find the words to explain it.
❝ sometimes it's better to just sing or play an instrument than talk to someone, ❞ mike responds. as social as he could be with most people, sometimes it was much easier to put his thoughts into something that wasn't just talking at someone. he figured it may be useful in expressing his own feelings to his family, his family that seemed to not be very COGNIZANT of what he was going through. it was probably why he was drawn to the guitar in the first place; or, perhaps, he had eddie to thank for that, as with a lot of things in his life right now. ❝ otherwise ... are you feeling okay, or ... ? ❞
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dirty talk .
a collection of dirty talk found around social media .
“I can’t get enough of you touching me.”
“I love when you push me against the wall.”
“I can’t wait until I get to rip these pants off of you.”
“That feels so good.”
“I’m gonna cum if you keep up this.”
“I love the way your cock tastes in my mouth.”
“I love the taste of your pussy against my tongue.”
“I want your fingers inside me.”
“I want your mouth against me.”
“I want your fingers deep down my throat.”
“I want your cock inside of me.”
“I want to feel how much you want me.”
“I want to make you cum.”
“I want you cum all over my mouth.”
“I want to feel your legs tremble around my waist.”
“Make me want you.”
“Show me how much you want me.”
“I can’t get my mind off you.”
“Touch my breasts.”
“I would love to bend you over the counter.”
“I can’t get enough of the idea of you on your knees for me.”
“Spread my legs and make me weak.”
“I want your hands all over me.”
“Grope me.”
“Kiss me.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“Where do you want me to kiss you?”
“How do you want me?”
“Why don’t you come closer?”
“Where would you like to kiss me?”
“You like it when I spank you, don’t you?”
“I can’t stop thinking about your tight ass draped around me.”
“I can’t stop fantasizing about your legs spread over my face.”
“I just want to run my tongue inside your pussy.”
“You like it when my brush my cock against you?”
“I love how your tongue feels on my clit.”
“I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
“I want to tear your clothes off and make you mine.”
“Your breasts look so good in that top.”
“I love the way you grind against me.”
“The lace feels so good against my fingers.”
“Your hands are so warm.”
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