#dyn. eddie & gareth. ( gareththegreat )

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updated tag dump, pt. 2.

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Things weren’t as rosy as they once were. Not that things were ever very rosy in their disastrous and sad little lives. The apocalypse shook things up a bit, but the fallout had taken away pretty much every shred of light in Eddie’s life. If it wasn’t nightmares and phantom bats gnawing at his flesh. It was the dirty stares and whispers of murderer forcing him into states of disassociation just so he could exist in public. As for Corroded Coffin, fuck. Eddie hadn’t thought about his dwindling band in months. He barely played anymore, and his voice had rusted to shit from not being stretched in so long. It was his fault, the band. Eddie let them sink. Not on purpose, never. Music was his life, as cliche as it sounded. But as it stood in the winter of 86. He still wasn’t ready to get back up on stage, Not in Hawkin’s, at least. And he owed people some explanations.

“I’m leaving town.” The bluntness in his tone made him flinch. He didn’t mean for it to come out as it did. “Sorry, man. I’ve been trying to figure out how to put it for days. But I guess there’s no gentle way about it, huh?” He fidgeted in his van seat, anxious about his best friend’s reaction. “M’going with Steve. Uhh...actually, it was his idea.” A small smile emerged when he spoke of his boyfriend. It disappeared quickly, his gaze dropping. “Some dudes kicked the shit outta me a few weeks ago, and he, Steve, that is, didn’t take it well. I know I shoulda told you, Garebear. But you’re just as unhinged as Steve is, and I don’t want anyone getting fucked up for me, okay? So...if you could not be mad at me. That’d be real sexy of you.”

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gareth gifts eddie a folder of drawings for tattoo ideas, a big bag of weed & some LSD tabs because they are gonna have a fucking good time for eddie's birthday.

If there was one person who knew how to throw a birthday bash for their best friend forever that you still do pinkie swears with. It was Gareth Keefer. He never failed to pull some good ole' chaotic fun out of the wizard hat that was his asshole. Eddie loved him for that, perhaps more than he thought was humanly possible. "Keefey, is that fucking LSD? Dude, we're gonna draw some really weird shit," he nodded as if confirming with himself while looking at Gareth's sketches. "And it's gonna be hella sexy of us." Drawing the little bastard close, Eddie laid a big sloppy kiss on his cheek as a thank you. "You're my best birthday fairy, my man."

@gareththegreat EDDIE'S BIRTHDAY 🎂🎊

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❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

The thing that stunned him the most about those few muttered and mumbled words was that they were said whilst sober. Eddie had to sit silently and mull them over a few moments to be sure of what he'd heard. Where he often wore his heart on his sleeve, at least when it came to his friends, what's a love life? Eddie certainly didn't know. Gareth tended to be like a clam when it came to emotions. More often than not, you had to pry them out of him. And that was okay because he learned how to deal with it over the years, learning that when his dude made the occasional spill with his emotions, he truly meant it.

A leather-clad shoulder oofed into the shorters. He'd been doing it since they were kids, mainly because Gareth possessed a real physical nature regarding people he loved or disliked, and he'd know from the gesture alone that the feeling was mutual. But unlike Gareth, Eddie was a chatty Kathy, bork, bork, bark, bark, a constant stream of nonsense half the time with just a smidge of what he considered profound wisdom. In hindsight, maybe it was just more nonsense; either way, he wanted his friend to hear him. "You were my first friend too, Keefer. " His lips curved into a genuine smile, not a smirk to be seen. "Annnd, you're still my super awesome and amazing metal bestie girlfriend, ya know?" Finally, there were the beginnings of a smirk armed with a pinkie finger to reaffirm the sacred bond of best friends. It was silly, but it was their brand of silly, and he wouldn't change it for anything.

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@gareththegreat liked THIS for the bard.

A ringed hand clapped over the smaller man's back, and Eddie smiled brightly. "Dude, turn that frown upside fucking down. We can't back down at the first rejection, ya know?" He wasn't a complete dumbass, despite popular opinion, and he knew that breaking into the music biz wasn't going to be a walk in the park. But what else he knew was that his band, his guys, had seen the gates of hell itself and lived to tell the tale. So, they were going to make it one way or another. Their so called leader would make sure of that.