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[steddielovechild]

it’s chill she’s my gf now

shaking and screaming and yelling

just read a poem over a voice message to the person i'm into. the poem is about her. which i made extremely clear.

and i am just now processing that i am insane and the poem is insane.

i might as well be saying "hi lol i know we just met on hinge a few days ago and have only been on one date but here's a poem about how i have only ever felt safe kissing you and how someday i hope you can memorize every single inch of my body lol! anyway wanna go out on a 2nd date?"

I HATE BEING A LESBIAN I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT

[steddielovechild]

shaking and screaming and yelling

just read a poem over a voice message to the person i'm into. the poem is about her. which i made extremely clear.

and i am just now processing that i am insane and the poem is insane.

i might as well be saying "hi lol i know we just met on hinge a few days ago and have only been on one date but here's a poem about how i have only ever felt safe kissing you and how someday i hope you can memorize every single inch of my body lol! anyway wanna go out on a 2nd date?"

I HATE BEING A LESBIAN I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT

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abed my very favorite person who doesnt exist but he does in my head

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It’s Dustin who saves Eddie.

He doesn’t try and carry him back to the trailer, nothing like that—if he could manage that on determination alone, then he would, but his throbbing leg has other ideas.

So he stays by Eddie’s side. Throws off his hoodie and starts to rip any piece of his clothing that he can, because he’s come a long way from when he once stuck bandaids on Steve’s beaten up face.

“What… what are you doing?” Eddie says in between gasping breaths.

Dustin would laugh if he wasn’t so scared. “Buying more time,” he echoes. Then he looks Eddie right in the eye and adds, voice wavering, “I’m really fucking sorry in advance.”

He takes a deep breath and presses the material to Eddie’s chest with force.

Eddie screams.

Dustin grits his teeth. Keeps going.

He creates makeshift tourniquets for Eddie’s arms, keeps tearing at his shirt, then takes it off entirely to use as a larger bandage, ignoring the shock of cold against his skin; the only thought in his head is that he has to stop the bleeding.

Eddie’s hand finds his bare shoulder. Squeezes weakly. “Tha’s enough,” he slurs. “D-Dustin, stop.”

And Dustin only does what he says because it doesn’t look like any more blood is soaking through the material. He keeps pressure on the worst of the wounds, tries to keep his elbows locked, as if that will stop his relentless shivering.

And when he looks up, he sees a tear fall from Eddie’s eye, down his temple, into his hair—and Dustin somehow knows that it’s not from pain alone, that Eddie’s crying just because he can see how cold he is.

“M’sorry,” Eddie whispers. “Never meant for… for you to—”

“Shut up,” Dustin says, then hastily amends, “Actually, don’t shut up, just—just stay awake. They’ll be back soon, okay, Steve and Robin and Nancy, and they’ll—”

“Steve,” Eddie agrees. His voice goes up and down, like a little song: “Steve, Steve, Steve.”

“Yeah, he’ll—hey, Eddie, eyes open.”

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie says faintly. “Eyes… oh, forgot to… you were right, H-Henderson, he’s… a badass. S’got pretty eyes, too, like wow. Pretty, pretty…”

And…

Well. That’s a development.

“You can tell me all about Steve’s pretty eyes if you keep yours open.”

And Eddie’s eyes do jolt open at that, like he’s received an electric shock. He groans in mortification.

“Jesus Christ. Didn’t mean to—fuck, feel like I’m drunk, man, I can’t… just kill me.”

Dustin thinks he probably would have found that request funny if Eddie wasn’t saying it through teeth flecked with blood.

Still, he does let out a strangled, hysterical giggle when he says, “I know how to keep you awake now.”

Eddie groans again. “Spare me the—”

“He sings in the shower, like, full blown Elvis impression, all that jazz. And he denies having lucky socks, but he wears the same pair whenever Lucas has a basketball game.”

“Huh?” Eddie says eloquently.

“Pay attention, dude, you need to know what you’re getting into! Oh, he said when he went to see The Fox and the Hound, he cried.”

Eddie chuckles. “That’s… oh, that’s sweet.” He smiles, eyes bright, and Dustin suddenly knows that they’re gonna be okay. “Keep going?”

Dustin does. He talks about how Steve always says, “Two for joy,” even when he sees a singular magpie, because he reasons that the second one is always just hiding. How he eats ice-cream too fast, does a comical hop in place when he inevitably gets brain freeze. That whenever he happens to pick up Dustin from school, he almost always has a Simon and Garfunkel tape playing, sings along to At the Zoo as he turns out of the parking lot.

Dustin doesn’t mention the Farrah Fawcett spray; a promise is a promise.

Eddie seems pretty damn well entertained with what he’s been given, anyway. He keeps smiling, lets out breathy chuckles that give Dustin hope: that he still has enough energy to laugh.

“Okay, okay, I’m awake,” he says, “I’m so awake, jus’… you just relax.”

And it’s only when Dustin stops talking that he realises his teeth have been chattering the whole time.

Eddie gives an unhappy sounding hum, and his hand comes up to clumsily rub at Dustin’s forearm.

“Your lips are blue.”

“I’m f-fine.”

A sudden desperate yell splits through the air; Dustin didn’t know that Steve could sound quite like that.

“Here!” Dustin shouts as much as he can.

He hears three people running; Steve gets there first.

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Steve,” he says, and Dustin’s seen enough movies to think that this could be it, the big moment, or at the very least that Eddie’s about to give another wandering speech on Steve’s eyes.

But instead—

“Steve, Steve,” Eddie repeats, “Dustin’s cold.”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve says; he’s already taking off his jacket, shoving Dustin into it with this frantic mixture of urgency and care.

Dustin’s shivers get even more pronounced as the jacket’s zipped up, as the warmth from Steve’s body heat hits him.

“Think E-Eddie’s—b-bleeding stopped,” he says, accidentally biting on his tongue thanks to his chattering teeth.

Steve looks over Dustin’s handiwork, eyes shining. “Yeah, you did good,” he says, choked, rubs his hands down Dustin’s forearms more effectually than Eddie had. “You did so good.”

“You must’ve been wearing your socks tonight, Harrington,” Eddie says.

Steve stares at him. It’s only when he starts to laugh that Dustin realises he’s crying at the same time. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Shh, s’okay,” Eddie says. “I cried at th’movie, too, don’ tell anyone. S’not fair what… s’posed to be a happy endin’…”

Steve catches Dustin’s eye, says, deadpan, even with a tear-streaked face, “Doc, I think we’re losing him.”

Dustin whacks him on the arm, because it’s so stupid, it’s so Steve, and, God, they're really gonna be okay.

“Dustin’s th’best doctor,” Eddie chants, “best, best, best…”

“Yeah, he’s a goddamn superhero,” Steve says sincerely.

There’s a look Steve has on his face while he lifts Eddie up, a fleeting softness right before he goes back into planning mode, scanning the trailer park in case of any more threats; where Eddie’s fingers curl around Steve’s neck, and Steve smiles down at him, and…

Dustin would put a bet on Steve thinking Eddie has pretty eyes, too.

At least, he would if he could stand up.

When Steve clocks his leg, his jaw works a couple of times before he speaks. “Hey, Robin, Nance?” He raises his voice, looking to some point in the distance. “Could you—help Dustin up, I’ve—uh, kinda got my hands full.”

His tone is light, but his chin trembles just a bit, like he might break down at the thought that he can’t carry Dustin out of here, too.

“Okay, c’mon superhero,” Robin says, suddenly by Dustin’s side; she counts down, and then Dustin’s being carefully lifted up, an arm flung around Nancy, too.

“I’m okay,” Dustin feels the need to say. Robin and Nancy are out of breath, and he can’t help noticing the vivid red marks around their necks.

“Yeah, you will be,” Robin corrects.

“Is—is Eddie—?”

“Look, he’s right in front,” Nancy says. “Steve’s got him.” She lowers her voice and when she says, “You were really brave, you know,” Dustin has to swallow a lump in his throat: for a moment feels thirteen years old, her hand in his at the Snow Ball.

And she’s right; Eddie is right in front. Dustin can see him trailing a hand up and down Steve’s arm, slow and soothing, and he’s talking, just too far away to be heard.

For a few steps, Dustin thinks that Eddie must be spilling more of what he’s learned, regurgitating the anecdotes.

But then Robin and Nancy pull him a little closer. And he can read Eddie’s lips.

He’s okay, Eddie is saying, looking away from Steve’s face to find where Dustin is. He’s right behind us, sweetheart. He’s okay.

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i'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face ♪

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i love when people put these as their lil edit intros it’s so fun. u can use these wherever. i just kick my feet and giggle when u do

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One of the most important things I have learned today..

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The fans always calling Steve out for being Corroded Coffin’s groupie, meanwhile Eddie’s out here with half his social media just simping for Steve, acting like a stan account for some middle school preschool teacher with minimal online presence.

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a scene with absolutely no context just hit me v intensely out of nowhere but. imagine a world where Steve's dad is just a little more powerful, a little darker, than in canon. and this mr. harrington doesn't know his son has spent the last five years fighting for survival, so when he finds out steve has been running around with the munson boy, he thinks it'll be an easy fix. steve has always been a soft sell.

he gets a call from steve, his son's voice giving him no time to even answer: "you pull that shit again, I'm sending the next one home in a body bag."

before he can even put down the phone, dial tone already ringing on the other side, he gets the message that the heavy he sent to intimidate eddie munson is in their medic's office with two spiral fractures and a shattered kneecap.

maybe steve could have gone into the family business after all.

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“I’m literally taller than you.”

“Hair doesn’t count, Farrah.”

As much as I like taller Steve, taller Eddie just hits different—

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im sorry im such a horrible person i hope i go to jail

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steve trying to mail eddie secret love letters but wayne catches him every single time. but he keeps steves secret, something that eddie is painfully aware of since he always hands the letters to him with a grin and a wink, telling him that his anonymous lover is a handsome young man. it drives eddie even more up the wall.

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trying to be normal at abed’s hand placement in this bit

INSTANTLY FAILED

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this was literally insane and unreal

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Give me Eddie with a pathetic crush on Steve. Give me Eddie letting out nervous giggles in the worst possible moments. Eddie making terrible jokes and immediately playing them off when Steve doesn't laugh. Eddie's soul jumping out of his body whenever Steve touches him, even briefly. Eddie purposefully running into Steve whenever he can and preparing himself for the interaction 20 minutes prior and still freaking out and bailing before it can even happen.

Give me Steve knowing the signs. Give me Steve going full out romancing Eddie just to watch him squirm and stutter over his words.

Give me that energy for MONTHS before Eddie realises that Steve is flirting.

And give me an 'oh.' scene caused by Wayne's remarks.

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the absolute rollercoaster lucas has been on ever since he met max like new girl in town -> new girl is cool and cute -> new girl might like me -> oh no she has a racist brother -> oh she DEFINITELY likes me -> oh no her racist brother is trying to kill me -> oh phew i'm okay AND SHE'S THREATENING TO SMASH HIS DICK WITH A NAIL BAT -> cool girlfriend secured -> cool girlfriend dumps me -> cool girlfriend takes me back -> repeat this like five times -> oh nice her racist brother's gone -> oh no she's deeply depressed -> oh no she dumped me for real -> oh no she's being hunted by an inter-dimensional serial killer -> but she still likes me :) -> but she's still deeply depressed -> she uses herself as bait and i am solely responsible for her survival -> i get held at gunpoint and then get in a fistfight with the guy who gave me my first beer -> i see her get every bone in her body snapped right before my eyes and hold her as she's dying -> btw the guy i fought gets his body torn in half while he's still alive and this happens like five feet away from me -> suddenly her heart just starts beating again?! -> she's alive! -> but she's comatose :/ -> my cool girlfriend is in the hospital and i have a concussion and my face is busted and my entire town is about to be consumed by an abyss to hell.

also your sister is there calling you a loser the whole time and your friends are mean to you for wanting to play a sport and make friends. lucas sinclair is god's strongest soldier.