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“November”
You linger in my brain more frequently around this time of year. Robbing me of sleep, reminding me that I still lay in the bed you hurt me in. You linger in lavender candles and cheap wine. There’s no such thing as a casual drink for me anymore.
I stand in the doorway of my bathroom, gazing over a tub I will never sit in again. I blare music when I shower to drown your voice out. Never feeling truly clean no matter how hard I scrub. You haunt my nightmares and crawl in my skin cells.
You linger in the moon and my favorite artist, you linger in pink walls and ugly carpet. In my mirror. You linger in the tightness of my shoulders and the breath caught in my chest. You linger in the back of my mind that begs me to give in, go numb.
You taught me that. The bliss of numbness. No sadness, no anger. I starved my body and drown my liver. You taught me to fight so hard I pushed everyone away. You were all I needed, right where you wanted me. Alone with you and your misery.
She loves company, I’ve been told. Is that why you’d crawl into my bed, tell me about your pain. Hand it over to me to carry for you, like mine wasn’t heavy enough? Is that why you welcomed me into yours when my thighs bled from the weight?
Did you want me weak and alone? I’d call you a spider with the web of lies you wove, but that would be an insult to the spider. Pretty little whispers in my ears about love, while those lips spewed deceit to my own kin.
Craziness… it’s the easiest disease to accuse a woman of. But I wasn’t insane until your hands left bruises where they once left soft touches. And I wasn’t insane until you forced yourself into a body that was not yours to take.
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My trauma oozes.
How can I be so hurt and so angry by the one who never left me?
How can I be so protective of the one who put me into the situations that caused all this pain?
Are we just a pair of broken people held together by a deep scarred trauma bond?
I’d break my heart for her. I’d sell my soul for her. I’d suffer for her.
Because I can’t look her in the eyes and tell her all the things she did. All the things she hates herself for. I cannot add the latest tragedy to her list of self proclaimed sins damning her to hell.
So I, we, myself and the child I never healed sit together; fighting each other to protect her and blame her.
And I’ll win. Because I cannot add to her suffering. The child in me will have to understand. She’ll have to wait until I can heal her.
So I’ll rock her to sleep with the promise that it won’t hurt so much tomorrow, while I gag on the pain and suffocate from anxiety.
I’ll protect them both, her and the broken inner child. I learned the hard way how to be a protector.
My pain isn’t beautiful and my sadness is not poetic.
I’m raged filled; hell bent.
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When Eddie told Wayne he was dating Steve, he expected him to have a talk with Steve, but he never expected this. He really should have, though.
"There are only three rules to dating my nephew," Wayne said seriously, clasping a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, here we go," Eddie said rolling his eyes.
"Never expose him to sunlight, never get him wet, and never, ever feed him after midnight," Wayne said.
"Uncle Wayne!" Eddie exclaimed.
"Isn't that the rules from Gremlins?" Steve asked, and Wayne cackled.
"Yeah, he loves that movie," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "Every time a Gremlin comes on, he goes: 'Look, Eds, it's you!'"
Steve laughed so hard, and when Wayne joined in, Eddie immediately regretted letting them get to know each other. The next time they watched Gremlins, Steve immediately started pointing out the green little monsters like Wayne. His uncle laughed so hard he had to go to the bathroom to puke while Eddie pouted.
"I thought you guys loved me!" Eddie whined.
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I do not find peace in my melancholy.
My sadness is not serene.
I am bloodthirsty.
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EDDIE MUNSON | “We play at the Hideout, on Tuesdays. It’s pretty cool. We… we actually got a crowd, of about five drunks. It’s not exactly the Garden, but gotta start somewhere, right?”
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In a Land of Gods & Monsters, I Was an Angel, Living in the Garden of Evil…
Chapter 1 of my Hades/Persephone Steddie Fic is out: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46516624/chapters/117131179?view_adult=true
(There’s also a little error in my spacing toward the end cause I’m a fookin noob to posting on Ao3 and I suck… my apologies.)
#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steve x eddie#books#steddie prompt#stranger things#maturecontent#eddie stranger things#steddie au#steve stranger things
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Hi I fell like shit with a migraine so here’s me projecting it into steddie:
Steve gets awful headaches after years of getting knocked in the head so when he comes out of the bedroom later than usual with bed head and tears stains on his face Eddie knows Steve’s having a bad one.
“Coffee” Steve whispers and Eddie happily slides his own cup across the table for Steve to take.
While he’s sipping the coffee Eddie stands from the table and grabs Steve’s medicine prescribed by Dr. Owens and an ice pack from the freezer. Eddie wraps the ice pack in a towel and hands Steve the pills.
“Come on, angel, back to bed.” Eddie whispers to keep his voice down, not his wanting to cause Steve’s headache to get worse.
Steve’s eyes become damp with tears and he nods slowly, letting his boyfriend lead him back to their bedroom. Eddie cranks down the window unit to get their room nice and cold, then tucks Steve back into bed making sure to tuck the blankets up under his arms so he doesn’t get too cold, then hands the towel wrapped ice pack to Steve who mumbles a thank you and rests it against his temple.
Eddie turns off all the lights except a small plug in night light in the corner and crawls back into bed with his boyfriend. Eddie lies on his back so Steve can tuck his face into his side, knowing how clingy his lover gets when he’s in pain. Eddie gently takes the ice pack and holds it for Steve, hoping the younger man will fall back to sleep.
“Sing to me, Eds?” Steve whimpers and rests an arm over Eddie’s stomach.
Eddie smiles and gently brushed his fingers through Steve’s hair as he softly sings the lyrics to a song he had written for the man he loves. It doesn’t take long for Steve to drift into a light slumber, and Eddie stays the whole time, brushing though Steve’s hair and singing to the man he still can’t believe he calls his own.
“Love you to the moon and stars, baby.” Eddie whispers to his sleeping boyfriend. He’d do anything for Steve. “In this life and every other life.” Eddie promises.
#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie prompt#stranger things#eddie stranger things#steddie au
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[image description: digital art of steve harrington and eddie munson sitting across from each other in a cracked bathtub. eddie is very pale and very filthy and Steve is cradling his hands while saying "cradle." the wall behind them is half blue tile, half grey-cream plaster. /end id.]
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drew a little snapshot of The Bath Scene from @azrielgreen's you're divine <3
i'm pretty sure in the actual scene they're both wearing pants (and i think steve has his shirt on) but i couldn't be bothered drawing clothes so they're either naked or in their underwear that's up to you
bonus!
how (not) to teach your monster friend how to wash his hair:
[image description: a three paneled comic drawn in black and white, with steve and eddie still facing each other in the bath.
steve tells eddie "Like this-" while eddie watches, confused, and then dunks himself under the water. eddie panics and dives after him.
in the last panel he's holding a soaking steve by the face with a grumpy expression and saying "no." /.end id]
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Eww Eddie clean your mirror
Please give credit if you use or repost
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