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barbie-girlll · 1 year

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#nostalgia #y2k #kidcore #childhood #pink #phone #telephone #lips #lips phone #bratz #bratz lip phone #bratz phone #childhood nostalgia #early 2000s #2000s nostalgia #2000s aesthetic

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steddieas-shegoes · 28 days

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cw: mentions of scarring, canon-typical violence, flashback (not graphic), minor body horror (again, not graphic, mostly just emotional feelings about scars)

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Everyone gave him weird looks when they walked in, quickly schooling their features when they noticed he was awake and watching them.

He didn’t know exactly what that was about.

They had him on a lot of good drugs.

But eventually he got weaned off them, and he noticed the pull of bandages on his side, and his arm, and his neck, and his face.

He was still unable to get out of bed. Still couldn’t even reach his arms above his chest for more than a few seconds.

But he damn sure reached up to feel the cloth and plastic surrounding his cheek. How had he not noticed for days? How had no one bothered him about it?

Maybe they had and he just didn’t notice. The morphine was one hell of a drug.

Wayne was soft, patient with him. Saw him touching it, saw the way his eyes filled with tears. He’d never been particularly vain, hadn’t cared much about what he looked like to others, but this felt bigger than that. This felt like he was changed in a way that everyone could see.

Add it to the list of things people could bully him for.

He cried himself to sleep, Wayne’s hand in his, silently comforting in the way he’d always done.

When he woke up again the next morning, he was alone.

It was the first time he’d been alone since the boathouse.

He could swear he heard bats outside his door, screams coming from the attached bathroom, flashes of someone dying on the ceiling.

He felt the sharp sting of teeth puncturing his skin.

He felt hopelessness creep into his bones as he gave in.

Maybe this time they would finish the job.

“Eddie!”

Steve Harrington’s voice broke through the thoughts, panicked enough to bring Eddie back to his hospital bed within a second of hearing it.

“Shit, are you okay?” He continued, hand brushing against Eddie’s bandaged cheek.

Eddie nodded once, closed his eyes, leaned into the touch.

He could blame it on any number of things if Steve felt weird about it. The morphine, the flashback, the loneliness.

“You’re okay, Eddie. I promise. Won’t let anything happen to you,” Steve whispered.

Eddie believed him.

He fell back asleep with Steve’s hand gently cupping the mangled side of his face.

If Steve could still touch him there, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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Steve came by every day, sometimes in the early morning, before visiting hours officially started, sometimes well after Wayne had left to get some sleep. He always smiled when he walked in, a genuine one, not the one everyone else gave that was so fully of pity and pain he couldn’t bear to make eye contact. He sat down on the side of the bed, not the chair like everyone else, not scared to be close.

And every single day, without fail, he would run his finger along the edge of Eddie’s bandage on his face, watching his own movements and cataloging any changes.

Eddie sat quietly, still, scared to put words to anything happening. Scared to tell Steve what it meant to him to have someone acknowledge his pain in this way. Scared to think Steve could mean anything by it.

It was easy to pretend Steve was doing this because he cared.

Maybe he did care.

But he didn’t care the way Eddie wanted him to, needed him to.

So he stayed quiet, still.

He watched.

He fell asleep while Steve talked about his day, the kids, what Joyce made Hopper do around the house.

He woke up alone most days, but that was okay, because Steve would be there eventually.

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“You ready to get that thing off?” Wayne asked, gesturing to the bandage.

“Oh. Today?” Eddie suddenly didn’t want to ever be without the bandage. Removing it meant he’d see what was under it.

It meant seeing how much that place had ruined him.

The pull of the stitches hadn’t been as obvious with the pull of the bandage masking it.

But now it’s all he felt.

The nurse smiled at him as she put some antibiotic cream over the area, saying he would probably still have to keep it extra clean for the next week or so while the stitches did their job.

Wayne smiled at him in the way that meant he didn’t really want to smile at all, but knew Eddie needed him to.

Steve didn’t come.

Eddie didn’t sleep.

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He woke up with panic in his chest and a silent scream in his throat.

He woke up with Steve’s hand on his face.

Gentle, soft, but a strong comfort.

“Promise I washed them first. They said we have to be careful about germs,” Steve said quietly.

“You don’t have to. I know it’s…it’s gross. It’s ugly. I’m ugly.”

Steve shook his head. “No. Not gross. Not ugly. Alive.”

“Steve-“

“You’re alive, Eddie. You could have your entire face held together by staples and you would still be a miracle. You’d still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Well, Steve’s charm wasn’t an exaggeration, was it?

He wasn’t even sure if the skin barely pulled together could blush anymore, or if the heat that should be on his cheek was burning on the outside the way it felt like it was on the inside.

“It’s gonna be awful when it heals. I saw it in the mirror.” Eddie could feel every stitch in his jaw, the few that spread across the corner of his mouth and bottom lip, the ones that were nearly up to his ear. “I’ll always have a crooked face. The scar will always be huge. It’s all anyone will see.”

“Then they aren’t looking.”

Eddie bit his lip, eyes searching Steve’s. “But you are.”

“No. I’m seeing. There’s a difference. I see you. I see what you’ve survived. I see the mark it left on you. I know it wasn’t just the scars that cover your skin.” Steve leaned his head down, touching Eddie’s forehead with his own. “We all have them. And we’re all still here. Your heart’s beating. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Who knew you were so good with words?” Eddie smiled sadly.

“Robin says I’m just good at not having a filter.”

“She’s right as always.” Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrist, turning as slowly as he could to kiss his palm. “You’re not scared of it.”

“No. Are you?”

“I’m scared that you’ll change your mind when it’s always there as a reminder of what happened.”

Steve kissed his nose, making him smile for the first time in what felt like years.

“I’ll have the reminder that I got you out of there. That no matter what, the bats couldn’t finish the job. That you were stronger and you made it.” Steve let his hand drop, but quickly laced his fingers with Eddie’s. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you to trust me, but will you? For today?”

“Just today?”

“I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

“And what? Every day after that?”

Steve smirked.

His eyes were glistening with tears, but Eddie could tell it wasn’t sadness or fear.

“If that’s what I have to do.”

They hadn’t even talked about feelings, not really. Nothing that made any sense to Eddie, nothing that they could define. A part of Eddie was still convinced he was in a coma and dreaming this entire conversation up.

But even the nurse had noticed the way Steve watched him, how he touched him, how he fought for him. She said he’d been a firecracker from the moment he carried him into the hospital, dripping blood on the tile, staining the halls with his demands for help.

Wayne said he barely left his side the first day, only doing so when the doctors had told him they would call the cops if he didn’t.

Erica even noticed how things had changed between them, stating that she refused to watch her babysitter and the only DM she had respect for make out.

But Steve held Eddie, made him feel like he could get out of the hospital bed and live a life that wouldn’t keep him running. Steve was there.

Steve might even love him. If not now, then some day.

And Eddie could trust him today.

He could probably trust him tomorrow.

“Kiss me?” Eddie probably shouldn’t. The stitches tugged when he talked, and another mouth anywhere near his wounds was just asking for an infection.

But Steve would be careful. He knew what Eddie could handle.

It was barely a kiss. A graze of the lips at most.

But it was the best kiss Eddie had ever had.

At least until tomorrow.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #yall I am having thoughts about Eddie with a very large face scar and it led to this #I know people have drawn stuff before but I’m #I mean like what I am thinking is from his bottom lip across his entire jaw #to his ear and then down his neck #and it’s not remotely even or straight #very jagged when it heals because they weren’t really aiming for stitching it straight they just wanted to get it closed #also a firm believer that Steve has no filter at all and is SO GOOD at romantic declarations because of it #like he doesn’t edit anything #if he loves you you’ll know because he says I love you in all words except those at first #anyways wrote this during dessert for my besties birthday dinner so #not checking for typos hope there aren’t any lmao #if my phone autocorrected she’s probably wrong

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panevanbuckley · 9 months

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so many thoughts about this interaction (husband-coded) but my main one is the way charles looks at max when he thinks max isn't watching him 👀

#like the lick of his lips??!#practically checking him out before he realises that max isn't just looking at his phone #got caught red handed right there!#also just everything about this convo screams husband vibes idc. the casual ''just press the red button'' as if they've had this talk before #dutch dp 2023 #formula 1 #lestappen #f1 #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lando norris #lando being like their smol son 🥺

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90s-2000s-barbie · 10 months

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February 5, 2006

#2007 #y2k #2000s #2000s nostalgia #2000s style #2000s kids #y2k nostalgia #2000 #00s #flip phone #pink #what’s in my bag #iPod #apple iPod #lip smackers #2006

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orobty · 1 year

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He did just have bronchitis

#rottmnt #rise mikey #rise leo #lil lip sync practice #animation #love that he thinks having had bronchitis somehow explains blue spit lol #at least the bronchitis got his life colors right #have never been more thankful for autocorrect since I've had to write bronchitis a bad amount of times #audio is from one of the ben schwartz guest eps of if I were you #animated this on my phone in a frenzy last night #possesed by jesse gordon

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lady-phasma · 1 month

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#he knows #he knows exactly what he's doing #stupid slutty lips #I need to put down my phone #austin butler #has a chokehold on me #I wish

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glmtwnbrtz · 4 months

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‘obie Brown

#the man himself #to all my friends I’ve sent the sketch and flat colours to I’m sorry it took me like. a month to finish #yes his phone doesn’t have a case and yes it’s cracked and missing several pieces #if you noticed that his lip ring is on the wrong side shut up /j #spiderverse posting #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #across the spider verse #spiderpunk #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #fan art #rex.art #art #artists on tumblr #traditional art #tumblr’s gonna screw up the quality won’t it-

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sewercentipede · 6 months

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can u guess what im listening to while having my 4am smoke

#btw im so glad I went apeshit buying so much lingua merch when i did bc its all discontinued now forever #since she goes by her given name now (+ reverend)#also I stg idk why but my phones flash looks like it put a filter on my face somehow #just slightly. but enough for me to notice cuz ummmm where are my freckles #also confessedly:#kinda only took these to see how my new lipsticks look…. upper lip is one color lower lip is another #(and lipliners)#I kinda like it! but I’m annoyed cuz I have so many brown lippies and several are super dark but on me they don’t look true brown/dark enuf #like UGH still searching for my perfect brown :(#the upper lip color is the darkest brown shade that brand has in that lipstick type #and it’s my fav lipstick type :/#I can’t seem to find a brown that doesn’t just look mauve or reddish. is it my lips????#sigh #I love writing essays in my tags apparently <3 #lingua ignota #kristin hayter #merch #my pic #من

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mon-petit-coeur-noir · 17 days

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#dita von teese #lingerie #straps #thigh garter #stockings #phone #red lip

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gifs-of-puppets · 3 months

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The Muppets Mayhem (2023)

#the muppets mayhem #muppets mayhem #lips #nora singh #lilly singh #phone #interuption #muppet #muppets #the muppets #disney plus #gif #muppet gif #muppets gif #gifs of puppets

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inkskinned · 2 years

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my baby is looking up at him through her lashes. my baby sits on his lap. my baby puts her hands on his hips carefully, stoic almost, plucks his credit card up with a forefinger and thumb.

my baby reads the communist manifesto, draped over my couch, her loose hair falling to scud wisp-ends against my floor. my baby sighs into my collarbone, asks me why more men can't be like me. calls herself a scientist - this an experiment that requires repetition; her palms clutching my sheets.

my baby says tomorrow she's gonna leave him for-real. i tell her there's no rush. i tell her i'm used to the open cut, i already work around it. i've done this a lot anyway. girls that are straight-but. how they slide their hands up my ribs just to test something. their cheeks so pink and their voice so rough.

my baby says - since seeing me, she maybe wants to go back to school again. try something new. move to the city. my baby cut her hair short. has started talking back. says he doesn't do the dishes, says he doesn't get me.

keep thinking 'bout god and the melon i once cracked open on a beach. keep thinking about how it feels to lick a battery. how i like the jump much more than the falling.

my baby leans her body back. my baby almost says my name when she calls for him. my baby says amen in church. she stands tall and pretty. my baby kneels in chapel. and comes home to me.

#spilled ink #warm up #<3 when ur like kind of a fuckboy but it's okay bc shes using u too #you know. when ur the pipeline gay?#deleted line:#''my baby goes through my phone to see the other girls i've ''turned''#my baby says . huh .#her lips a curl #my baby says - well okay. but i'm not gonna be one of 'em #my baby is one of em

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thebramblewood · 7 months

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What's in Helena's Bag?

Makeup bag containing hand sanitizer, lotion, and more lip balms than one girl could ever need

Brush & claw clip for hair emergencies

Beloved pair of red sunglasses

MP3 player & earbuds for providing ultimate commuter playlist

Refillable water bottle & snacks for between-class munchies

Novel for sneak-reading chapters during dull lectures

Weeks-old unopened mail, long forgotten

Cheap digital camera to snap quick pics

Post-dining hall meal breath mints

Journal & pens to jot down creative writing ideas

Wallet with student ID & money

Apartment key

Phone, duh

@machinegrl tagged me for this quite a while ago now, and I've been wanting to do it but other things kept taking precendence! It's probably not the most interesting bag you've ever peeked inside, but it's one of the last glimpses of typical everyday college girl life we'll get.

Not tagging anyone because this has made the rounds a lot already. But please say I tagged you if you've been dying to do it!

#tag game #the zhaoverse #the unnecessary number of lip balms is very me-coded #there are probably more still in the makeup bag tbh #and i know having an actual mp3 player and not just a phone is outdated #but i couldn't find any standalone clutter earbuds #seems crazy but that's my truth!#helena zhao

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rosalindesantiago · 3 months

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