Hello my love! ❤️
I would LOVE to see what you could do with a 4th of July prompt, especially considering the trauma Starcourt brought!
(For some godforsaken reason it’s the FIRST of July and there’s a whole-ass fireworks show in my neighborhood because I live in the pits of Conservative American South so. That’s… fun. Honestly the fireworks don’t bother me I just don’t understand why it ends up being a week-long celebration. 😂)
I feel your pain my star ✨ Where I live is the same way pretty much the whole week. It’s very “god, guns, and country” where I live so I am very grateful to be in the mountains this whole week 😂
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Steve wouldn’t admit it, but his nerves about July 4th had gotten almost unbearable in the last week.
The amount of people hoarding fireworks on their porch was enough to make him want to run away.
And of course, most people started on the 3rd and continued until they ran out of supplies.
He arranged to stay with Eddie for the week, knew if he had someone who could hold him through it all he’d probably be okay.
Robin didn’t have the same problem as him, was even planning on attending a fireworks show with her parents in Indy.
When he heard some going off down the road from the trailer, he flinched, his whole body curling against Eddie.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. They won’t do a whole lot tonight. I’ve got ya.”
Eddie was right, they only lasted about five minutes, but it felt like the longest five minutes of Steve’s life.
He relaxed into Eddie’s chest, knew he would fall asleep soon with the way Eddie was playing with his hair.
“You wanna talk about it?”
Steve tensed for a moment.
“About what?”
“Last year. Why you hate fireworks so much. Any of it.”
Steve could say no. Eddie would drop it and pretend he didn’t ask if that’s what Steve wanted.
But Steve wanted to be honest with him, especially because Eddie had always been honest with him.
“It’s just like, my brain can’t just hear fireworks anymore, ya know? It hears the way Robin was begging to be let go, and the way I felt like I was going to die because I had to protect her and the kids. It reminds me that I was so concussed, I barely remembered the 24 hours after I got out. It reminds me how much we all lost that night. Every single firework going off is a reminder that we don’t always win.”
Eddie’s arms tightened around him, his lips softly pressed against the top of his head.
“I know I wasn’t there and can’t imagine what it was like, but you made it out. You may not have won, but you didn’t lose everything. You all grew closer, you got Robin!”
“And head trauma, don’t forget the head trauma.”
Steve and Eddie both laughed, though Steve still felt too on edge, too close to crying.
Eddie could tell from the way he held himself against him that words weren’t going to help, not now.
But a distraction might.
“You wanna go to my room?”
“You trying to distract me?”
“I’m not opposed to distracting you without our clothes on.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep. Best distraction in town according to the locals.”
“How many locals have been in your bed?”
“Just you, sweetheart.”
“Well, I guess the locals are right then. You are a good distraction.”
It wasn’t really a fix, but it was a bit of a band aid, especially on the 4th.
But Steve barely heard anything in town with Eddie whispering everything he wanted him to do, and everything he loved about him in his ear as he touched and kissed every inch of his skin to help him stay focused here instead of the past.
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I thought to myself, “Hey, maybe tonight, instead of looking at the internet, you should try going to sleep earlier.” And I did. I tried.
Y’all want to know what happened instead?
I laid in the dark, staring silently at the ceiling, for what apparently was a full hour—playing through five different versions of a fight with my friend.
SO.
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Let me clear something!!!
I was born to be Joel's service dog.
I literally watched every episode of TLoU with: I have to hug him, he's so stressed…
Oh, he kills people because he's stressed, I have to comfort him.
Oh, he's grumpy because he's sad, I have to cheer him up…
Joel: WTF! Why are you hugging me?!
Me: Because I feel your stress, and that's my job….
Joel:…
Me: 🥺
Joel: Because I'm shooting infected right now!
Me: Still hugging him and smiling.
Joel: Whatever…
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Tired of seeing people defend poorly-written villains who have ptsd with the argument, “But they’re a villain and they have trauma, they’re not supposed to be behaving rationally or coherently!!! They’re just lashing out because trauma/ptsd!!!”
And it’s just like my dude, as someone who has ptsd and knows many people with ptsd, how do you think trauma works? I mean, yeah, it can be irrational from the outside to the uninformed, but it’s not just... random. There’s an internal logic to it, even if it isn’t proper logic. And if someone triggers the hell out of me and I have a meltdown and am mean to them during it, I still need to apologize for being mean, because we both hurt each other. If you like the character, fine, you do you, but don’t try to excuse poor writing with ‘evil and trauma, so actually what they’re doing makes sense.’ It does not. That is not how it works.
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