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specificiumray · 7 months
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McCoy: you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up
Spock: You desire to copulate with me so intently, it undermines the credibility of your character.
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sp0o0kylights · 1 year
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Eddie Munson didn't just sell drugs, he fucking was one.
At least that was the conclusion Steve had come to, because his frankly embarrassing behavior didn't make any sense otherwise. 
He'd been so out of it that first night that he can't recall much of what hooked him so hard, beyond Eddie's soft hands and softer words. 
He had no excuse for the next night.
Eddie had handled him so carefully, not the way you handle something fragile but rather the way you handle something precious, and a yearning wave had built up in Steve until it drowned out all his common sense. 
This was the hole he was so desperate to fill. The missing piece, the things no one else could give him. 
He loved Robin with all his heart in a way he never thought he could love someone, but he had to be there for her. She kept telling him his calmness helped her, that he grounded her back down to normalcy and he was too deep in it now to admit just constantly moving forward was just his own coping mechanisms.
(The same ones that had long blown up in his face.) 
Steve had to be her rock and that in turn left him so hopelessly adrift, without any support of his own to cling to that it seemed like all it took was one fricken demobat encounter and a quiet "Come here Steve" and he was melting down in front of Eddie Munson. 
Eddie had asked to pet his hair this time. Steve agreed, trying not to sound like he craved the contact.
Then the guy ran through praise that Steve had been dying to hear his entire life while he did it and it was like Eddie unmade him in the whole process. 
Steve should be embarrassed. Was embaressed given the context but fuck. 
No one had ever told him he was doing good as he was. 
Not when he tossed his crown and took up trying to be a better person (which apparently, came with disappointing everyone in your life.)
Even the kids liked to play into his new role as grand idiot, though Steve knew it was light hearted. 
He wasn't exactly gonna hold it against a bunch of fourteen year odds because they didn't tell him he was cool or whatever. He didn't need that.
At least, it was what he told himself over and over, until Eddie leaned into his ear and whispered that he was proud of him. That Steve was enough as he was. 
"You earned your rest, Sweetheart. Let me take care of you." And it was combined with such a gentle smile, Munson’s long fingers carding through his hair, the smell of weed, leather and wood so different from the heavy decay of the Upside Down.
He felt safe in Eddie's trailer.
In Eddie's fricken lap.
Which he'd somehow ended up in again, despite his best efforts and the guy just… let him do it. 
Couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol this time, and wasn't that just pathetic?
Couldn't even begin to explain the situation, because for fucks sake it's not like he was here for what Munson thought he was. 
The wounds were real though and so was the surge of relief when Eddie took the reins.
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legobatjoker · 2 years
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Wordle 227 2/6
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dailyyelyah · 3 years
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discord-cache · 5 years
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timeslnfinity · 5 years
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remembering-vine · 6 years
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“Daddy?”
“DO I LOOK LIKE-”
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frankies-music · 6 years
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pizzapocket24 · 7 years
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imtwentyfuckingfour · 8 years
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dailyyelyah · 4 years
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remembering-vine · 6 years
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“I brought you Frankincense.”
“Thank you.”
“And I brought you Murr.”
“Thank you.”
“Mur-der! pulls off ski mask”
“gasps Judas!”
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dailyyelyah · 5 years
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jwthornton · 10 years
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Sweetest Fruit is the Sun
He lets the dish slide slowly into the water, and then he braces his hands against the side of the sink, bearing down on the counter as if he’s a magnificent palace and it must bear his weight.
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